Privil Novels & Stories

We have nothing to lose, so don't hesitate to do whatever it takes to be free. Annette let go of his grip, letting her friend address that giant with only a few bottle glasses. She knew the guards; they could only pay attention to Jack; to them, Annette was a rag doll, worthless and unimportant. She was so submissive and invisible that they would never think she could do anything against them.

“It is okay, let her be. We will have our turn soon “Caroline interrupted the conversation. She didn’t want to argue with the woman. She wanted her to leave so that she could find more information about her As soon as the woman disappeared, she turned to the assistant and asked. “You said that woman is the richest in the North city, who is she?” “Her name is Winnie Privet, the only daughter of Douglas Privet. They are the owners of Privet Corporation and had been out of the country for a very long time until recently when they came back. They controlled their company from overseas and that was how they managed to keep their identities private. “the assistant hesitated and then clutched he

Cricket asked, no longer smiling. “We have it, but it’s not currently in our possession.” “So, then you don’t have it?” “No, we do. It’s just that someone else currently has ownership of the money, and later today, I’m going to reacquire it from him.” “And who is this person who has taken ownership of your money?” “Viper. The president of Los Psychos, a rival Mexican club.”

They say it reads your arousal metrics down to the millisecond, syncs haptic feedback straight to your nervous system. My fingers tremble a little as I lift it out. I've been jerking off to p**n for months with the same tired scenes, same fake moans, and it's not enough anymore. I want to feel owned. I want something that knows exactly how wet I get when a voice calls me a desperate little slut. So I subscribed to the premium tier, the one they don't advertise on the main site. Full customization. No filters. No safe words unless I set them. And tonight I'm testing the default dominant profile they call "Apex."

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Blair was unfazed by Shelly's remarks. Beside Blair, Caroline Ebbling chimed in, "Exactly! There's a certain protocol to follow, isn't there? Blair tried it on first, and her membership status outranks yours. If she wants to purchase it, no one can intervene." Shelly laughed scornfully. "Who says my membership is inferior to yours?" she retorted sharply. "Today, I'm shopping at Vior as a VIP member. Are you even aware of the perks that come with VIP membership? I could have the staff here remove all of you if I wanted to!"

Eric asked, stifling a yawn. “Exactly,” I answered. “But I don't think anyone can remain loyal to a person like that.” I snickered at that last part. Alpha Carlos was such a vile person. He and I were enemies, and if there was any word that had more power than that word, then I'd use it. For the past year, he had been trying to take me down from my throne and be the next Alpha King, but it had not been working for him. He would send attacks on my pack which had always caused war between us, and considering I had been winning, it kept pissing him off more. I would have easily killed him and taken over his pack lands, but I could not. It was a law that no Alpha can claim another Alpha's life u

The blue light shimmered on its metallic surface. "This," Ghost said, extending the chip towards her, "contains information. Details about Volkov operations, their security weaknesses, even potential allies within the city. Use it wisely, Anya. Your freedom, the freedom of many, depends on it." Anya reached out and took the chip, its coldness a stark contrast to the warmth of hope that blossomed in her chest. This was her chance, a weapon far more potent than the blade at her side. With it, she could fight back, not just for herself, but for all those trapped under the Volkov thumb.

"No, get off, I don't want you to mark me" Confused I get up, first, she's upset because I haven't marked her then she says she doesn't want me to mark her, confused is an understatement. She then sits on my lap and wraps her legs around my waist and says "I like your way better, I want you to make our marking special and yes I will be your wife, your love , your everything and if your good I'll even be your whore in the bedroom and just for the record I'm a virgin too"

She was negotiating on her pride. "Aww come on darling." The priest drew her closer to his groins. And Dale was now sandwiched within his two legs. "Don't worry I'm good in bed and trust me you'll get the best experience of over twenty years of your life." He assured. Twenty years, Was that the reason he's doing all of this? Did he think she was that old? Dale wondered. "No sir, I was only sixteen yesterday." She corrected. "Oh really?" The priest questioned in disbelief, considering her size. "Well I've being opportuned to visit Africa and you see darling, over there, girls your age already had their third children." He whispered and kept on laughing at Dale's wonderous face.