Purrfect Apawcalypse Olive Novels & Stories

His torso was magnificently bare, and admittedly, I took a few moments to admire the smoothness of the perfectly sculpted muscles I am mockingly itching to touch with my bare fingers. The sun is rising, rays going to work on the thickly frosted windows, the remnants dripping down the window in the form of liquid lit by the encroaching daylight. Gentle oranges and subtle pinks dance across Jasper's face. His eyelashes brushing against his cheeks, his lips partly open. The bed sheet twists around his limbs, a contrast to his sun kissed skin. An Alpha, in a vulnerable position. I slip out of bed, wishing there was a better heating system in here. Muttering to myself, I find fresh clothes in my

she croaked, wiping at her still-puffy eyes. Azpen slid in sideways, already mid-laugh, holding a small black vial. “Thought you could use something to mask the fact that your soul's been trampled beneath a warhorse.” He held the vial up between two fingers. “Lavender, oakmoss, and something.... optimistic.” Elowyn sniffled. “You brought perfume?” “I bring solutions. Unlike certain Alphas who bring trauma.” He stepped inside and wrinkled his nose. “By the Moon, your room smells like tears and sickness. Let’s fix that.”

she cried out, her fingers clawing at his massive chest, leaving red scratch marks down his pectorals. "Come for me, little princess! Let it go!" Vulcan roared, his own voice cracking as his cock began to swell rapidly for the second time tonight. With a final, desperate slam, Olivia collapsed forward onto his chest as a massive, blinding orgasm ripped through her entire body. She screamed into the crook of his neck, her entire frame shaking violently as she came in heavy, pulsing waves.

she whispered. "What the fuck!" I screamed, the orange juice in my glass sloshing dangerously close to the rim. "Olivia!" "Wait," Becca leaned in, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. "What do you mean? How is it horrible? He’s a champion polo player!" Olivia sighed, clasping her hands tightly in her lap, her boho-chic rings clicking together. "His dick is small," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "And I... I never cum. Ever. It’s just five minutes of nothing and then he falls asleep."

I grinned, gave him a quick peck on the lips, and turned, grabbing a heavy assault rifle from the side rack. "Daniel, Lucien, come with me." Stepping through the airlock door and onto the high catwalks, the air hit us instantly—thick, foul, and smelling of rust and raw copper. The sky above was a violent, bruised red, while plumes of thick gray smoke billowed up from the once-bustling city in the distance. Screams and car alarms echoed faintly across the valley, a haunting symphony to the apocalypse. I walked along the catwalk, my boots clicking firmly against the steel grating, and stood before the terrified, tense soldiers lining the edge.

“Sure. Mr. Mysterious is a vampire. Vampires aren’t real... Are they? No. That’s silly. He was in broad daylight all day today. But damn, he’s weird.” Ava spent hours looking for information on the man. She found no trace of whom the Constantine family was behind the scenes, only known to be the most influential tech company in the world. Researching the name of the company, Ava gasped. Apollyon: The angel of the bottomless pit in the Book of Revelation. “Holy shit! Maybe he is a vampire.” Sitting back in her chair, she thought about the possibility. Too many scary references over the past hours had given flight to her overactive imagination, as usual. Her years of curiosity in urban legends

"May I touch her." Sapphire answered before I did. She lowered her head. Slow and deliberate, bringing herself down to Olive's level, and stayed there. Olive's hand came forward. Her fingers found the fur at the side of my neck, tentative at first, barely contact, and then when nothing terrible happened she let her palm rest fully against me and exhaled a breath she must have been holding for a long time. "She's so warm," she whispered. Sapphire leaned into her hand.

My intense dominant Alpha aura felt sharp, making their nape feathers bulge. Suddenly, my sharp eyes widened, my hands gripped the fringe of the couch to shreds. Again, growling low as the sweet, voluptuous scent wafted through my nose, the scent I wanted to remove from my mind was now back. I straightened my body while looking far in front of the stage where Alaric was auctioning off Omega. My eyes widened when I saw clearly the Omega looked fragile with a frightened face as well as cheeks that had been wet with tears.

Below-Prayer moved through it like a favored customer. We found Aunt Lan chained to a stall labeled TEMPLE MOTHER, SLIGHTLY USED. I almost burned the whole market. Ava's hand caught mine. The Market of Unfed Gods smelled like incense, hot oil, and old scams. Every stall promised miracles. Every miracle had fine print. "Evidence first." She photographed the sign. The flash turned the price tag visible. Aunt Lan pointed her ladle at the altar. "If that thing wants worship, it can help wash bowls."

As tender as possible as some of the rope burns looked very red. He shifted and turned his head toward me and smiled with a spark in those beautiful blues of his. “What we have, is no ordinary love, Apocalypse.” Closing his eyes he turned back, leaned into me and rested his head against chest.