Piper Rockelle Pictures Novels & Stories

Rock told her. She shook her head slowly. “No… she…” Piper tried to say again, but Rock held up his hand again. “Enough Piper!” He hissed to hear. She pouted; he found her pouting oh so sexy and he wanted to bite her lip until it bled into his mouth. The thought of her body entangled with his made him horny. “She transitioned from wolf to human form…” she spat out. His frown deepened as he stared around her flawless features; she looked utterly worried.

Victoriå As I got out of the car, I saw my new friends smiling in my direction. That was, until they looked behind me and saw who was there. Landon walked through the crowd of students, getting scared looks and frightened smiles. He patted my lower back as he departed, going over to the guys and I went over to my friends. "Rhee!" Piper greeted, smiling at me. Piper had blonde hair and blue ends that matched her blue eyes. She was around 5'7 and had a septum piercing and a smiley.

Peter said hastily, cracking the lid on the coffee and popping a straw into the drink for her so that she did not ruin her lipstick. “Here. Take a look at this,” Vice said, turning his phone up and holding the screen so that Mirage could see. Peter and the hair and makeup duo crowded around as the sound carried. “There is a rally out front,” he said. “Demanding the immediate firing of Mr Rich by the label, and there are people carrying Support Mirage, We Love You Mirage and Free Mirage signs.” The news crew obligingly scanned over the crowd showing many of the signs. The scene cut to a video conference interview with another female popstar, pledging quarter of a million dollars to a charity

A moment later, she reached back and grabbed my hand, helping me scramble over a rocky patch along the slope. “Let me catch my breath, please,” I pleaded, going down on my knees as I clung to the top of the rock for support. Piper barely slowed, her chest rising and falling calmly. I was drenched in sweat, my muscles screaming. She glanced down, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, and let out a soft laugh. I rolled my eyes in mock-annoyance, panting, but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips.

Piper asks Joceline, almost with a bit of hostility in her voice. "You will stay here while I go and get things ready. While I am gone, I expect you to please him with your mouth. Do you understand?" Piper looks from Joceline to me and back like she wants to argue with her. Joceline speaks up again, "Better yet, I want to see you start to please him, Piper, and I mean now." Piper looks to me as she bends over the bed, taking my cock in her hand. Her eyes are screaming, I am sorry, but she does as she was told, taking me in her mouth, sucking down hard, almost making me groan. It does feel good, which makes me more disgusted with myself. I feel her hand sliding up and down, following the rhyt

Loren's POV: "AAAGGHHHH!!" I yelled as I threw another chair against the wall. "WHERE THE FUCK IS HE!!" I roared. Piper stayed seated in a corner of the room, paying me no mind, cleaning her nails with her legs crossed. She starting to piss me off. I flipped around to confront her. "HELLO!! Are you listening??!" She lifted her eyes to me and raised a brow. "Uhh, yeah. Pretty hard not to. You're fucking loud enough for the dead to hear you."

“Rollins is my mate. Not Archie.” Archie didn’t speak, didn't move, but his heart sank. Piper continued, her voice steadier now. “I am not involved with anyone else. I am not a whore.” Jacob’s expression shifted. She turned her glare toward Elsa. “And whoever is posting rumors and photos about me should stop. Now.” The crowd fell silent. Then Piper reached out, grabbed Rollins by the collar, and kissed him. Gasps went around them. Rollins froze for a second, his eyes widening in surprise, before finally relaxing into the kiss, his mouth still bruised.

None of the other candidates had left to change. The cameras moved in close to her. She waved at them, and even blew them a kiss. That wasn’t like Piper at all. Piper didn’t hate the cameras. She’d always given them attention and answered any of the producers’ questions. But to blow a kiss? A sinking feeling pulled in my chest, the more I looked at this woman. The way she carried herself heavy on one hip while sticking out her ass and breasts. The way she laughed, her whole head thrown back, while the producer tried to talk to her. She was openly flirting with him.

Jodie teased. Piper finally drew her scattered thoughts together and looked at her friend. "What?" "Who was Mr. Tall, Dark, and Devastatingly Handsome? Tell me you're finally exploring that kinky side you mentioned you had. He looked like he was into it." Jodie tugged the ends of her gray suit jacket down and leaned against the wall next to the display case. Piper sighed with more than a little envy. Jodie was tall and slender, with dark hair and pretty brown eyes. She looked like she'd come out of a Vogue fashion ad.

“It’s fine. Sometimes, men are more concerned about their bruised ego when we outsmart them. But Spade is smart. Maybe he will come back after he gets a shot of Scotch.” Minutes later, I compiled Calliope Laurier’s life, her husband, her father, and those people constantly in the pictures she posted. “I got an idea.” “Oh, boy.” Piper turned to me. “Fine. What is it?” “Let’s post a picture on my I*.” Piper’s eyes literally lit up. “To bait her?” “Yes.” “Let’s do it.” After we applied light makeup and tanning lotion on our skin, we went to the terrace that overlooked the ocean and snapped selfies.