Pierce X Ein Mga Nobela at Kwento

T’ was me and only me alone ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Xeon’s POV

I back away, holding my hand out for him to not come any closer. “Breathe, you’re going to pass out!” Reuben commands but it does nothing to help. Why was he being a prick to me. “Libby Breathe..” This time Pierce gives the command and it has some kind of power behind it. An unseeable energy, something that I hadn’t felt before. Unlike Reuben’s command…Pierce’s I want to follow. My entire body wants to cave into his order. I take a deep intake of air, my back hitting against a wall as I run out of room to back away into.

Pierce spat, his body beginning to convulse as if he was being bitten by a family of beetles. "Let's watch and enjoy the view, Little Magnus!" Pierce sharply turned his glowing features at Amethyst and breathed words that visibly made Amethyst's system shiver with fright. "Little Magnus?" She whispered a query while slowly averting her eyes in Pierce's direction and caught an evil smile on his face. Her heart stopped— the world around her stopped moving, everything, and sounds stopped reaching her ears.

Arianna wished Pierce with a smirk on her face. “Holy shit,” Pierce mumbled once Arianna closed the door behind him. He shoved his fingers into his mouth and let out a disappointed groan. He only managed to get a tiny taste of her essence, but it was just enough to have him craving more. He just got a small taste of the exclusive package and couldn’t wait for more. “How was your massage?” Patrick asked as Pierce entered the locker room. “It was a massage,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

Elena, somewhere out there in the dark, is waiting for him. Pierce closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then another. Then another. He couldn't afford to break down again. Couldn't afford to let anyone see him like this. He had to be strong. Had to be the foundation everyone else could lean on. Even if it killed him. Pierce got out of the car and walked inside. Abel was waiting in the living room, a cup of coffee in his hands, his eyes knowing and sad. "Better?" Abel asked quietly.

He just wants the best for me. The waiter is almost at our table our table and raising my head to steal a glance, my stomach turns inside out with every step that he takes. Oh no!! it's him again. "Hi, my name is Pierce and i'm here to take your order". As his eyes settles on mine, there is this look in them, a look that no one has ever given me before, a look that i so long to see in Dexter's eyes. "Burger, fries and Vanilla flavoured ice cream for me". he turns to me "You babe"?

He has already divested himself of his shirt and pants and is standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that do nothing to hide his thickness. “I can smell you little bunny.” Pierce tickles my ear as he whispers. I can feel my face flame hotter at his words, and I can see he isn’t unaffected either as his briefs get undeniably tighter. “Come on you little vixen, we need a shower.” He started tugging me forwards, and then I finally realize what he calls a shower. Farther into the room I can finally see a waterfall style shower head coming from the ceiling, but there are also multiple shower heads in the walls as well. Pierce drops his briefs, and steps into the shower, mot

she replied. Pierce looked at the guy she was referring to and let out a low whistle. "He is hot! Is he on steroids or something because that body looks too good to be true" Then he turned to look at Sarah. "I think you have just found yourself a sex god for the night, love" Sarah shook her head in denial. "I believe he is staring at you" Pierce looked at the guy and mouthed "me?" and the guy winked. "Oh my balls" Pierce said, clutching his chest. "He's gay and he's mine for the night" he said with a big grin and stood up to go.

Still loitering along the threshold of the opening, he announced Allen’s arrival before permitting him further. “A Mr. Pierce from the Alliance here to see you, sir.” The butler stated plainly. “Pierce?” said a husky voice from within. The uncertainty in his tone reflected vaguely on Xavier’s features, it was rectified once Allen had entered into the room. Xavier Crouse’s disappointment at receiving him instead of his grandfather, clearly apparent in his eyes and the wrinkles that formed around his mouth as his frown deepened, Allen did not allow the man’s mood to hinder his approach.