Purity Novels & Stories

Of course, a faith too impure would be automatically filtered away by the angel’s bloodline, the rest could be accepted and thus followers were another tainters of an angel. Praying to the holy fountain was to give up this faith accumulated and in turn receive something purer, a blessing termed ‘holiness’. Only a saint could never be tainted, if the average angel’s holiness was about 90 to 99 then thiers was a full-on 100.

I say as I'm kissing her neck "Huff, forget it, get off," she says trying to push me off her "I'm not gonna be one of your whores" "hmmm, I've never had a whore before, how about you be my whore, my wife, my love my everything? your already all through things anyway well apart from whore and ill only want that in the bedroom", "No, go ask one of your other girlfriends, who will probably be queueing up" "I'm serious baby, I've never had a whore or anything, I've saved myself for my true mate, I'm a virgin"

SAVAGE LOVE GENRE: Romance By, Tamar writes PROLOGUE Amour sniffed back her tears as she watched the scene before her. Never in her life would she have imagined getting herself in this situation she currently was. It felt like a never ending nightmare. The sound of footsteps was what rented the room, it was coming from a tall figure, his gaze never left the man that was tied down on a chair with both his hands chained down on the table The figure held a sharp silver colored knife in his hand, twirling as if it was his play toy, a vicious smirk playing on his lips Every step he took instilled fear and panic

Hard. "Nghh...I'm close! Hendry, love me, baby, love me hard!" Hendry groaned and pulled out and slammed hard. Repeatedly hitting his spot with such perfection. Sloan whined, he pushed back meeting each thrust of his fiance's until he finally soiled his hand with his warm cum. "Damn..." His legs trembled from the intense orgasm, Sloan could barely hold his weight when Hendry's hand wrapped his middle and held him up. The man kept on pushing in and out until he unloaded himself inside the condom with a loud groan.

"What the fuck do you mean by I have to get married before I can inherit Sparta? What sort of Madness is this?" I yelled in anger at my mother. "It is exactly what you heard, Simon. In order to inherit your own share of the properties listed in the will, you need to get married." My mother said calmly, clarifying that the sorcery that I just heard my late father's barrister had read. "What sort of a condition is that? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What are we in now, some Hollywood chic flick movie?!" I screamed, unable to believe anything that my father could go up to this extent just to have me settle down.