R34 Venti Novels & Stories

0f course, he did. I give Julien a weakened smile and we exchange a few sentences of small talk before I thank him for driving ways here. Waving goodbye from the window as he slips into his car again, I pretend not to rush to the unknown contents that hide inside the white-encased box. There are cursive letters in black, engraved into the cardboard material, reading Matériau Féminin. Gnawing on the skin of my lip, all I do is shake mny head at a parallel memory that comes into mind when we spent time together in this very store, replacing the various lingerie of mine that he has ripped.

My feet moved before I could comprehend whatever that was going in me, moving to the dinning area that was almost empty. I looked outside through the full sized glass windows, only to see Mr. Victor helping his betrothed in his black car. As if feeling my gaze on him, he looked up and met my eyes. My heart stopped as a coil of fear twined around my heart, he shot me one last glare. I wanted to run away and never look back.... but my feet were glued to the ground. His jaw clenched as he shot me one last look before letting himself in the car. Who pissed in his cereal?

She'd learned the layout of the main floor, identified security patterns, begun to understand the household dynamics. And she'd seen him. Alpha Kael Stormridge, in the flesh. Marcus's killer. Sera pulled out her phone and scrolled to the photos she'd saved-pictures of Marcus, smiling and alive. The evidence of his murder. The anonymous note that had started everything. She needed to remember. Needed to keep the hatred sharp and clear. But when she tried to summon rage, tried to feel that burning need for vengeance... Nothing. Just exhaustion and emptiness. Her wolf was silent. Her heart was numb. She was a weapon, yes, but weapons didn't feel. They just cut.

After getting out of the shower, I decided to wear a summer dress, short draped, lilac color, very tight to the body with low neckline and lace, it was perfect and I decided to combine it with white sneakers and leave my hair loose and put a Swarovski tiara. Looking in the mirror I did a light makeup and I was delighted with the result, I not only looked sexy but also a little tender and beautiful, now I just had to wait for Alexander to pick me up.

I declared. Kent’s attention was back on me. He lifted his hands. I saw one of his nails transform into a long, curved, sharp shape. He touched my cheeks with this nail. His touch left traces of heat as he trailed down to my neck. I swallowed because I realized I had forgotten to breathe and he moved along with the movements of my throat.

] "Why, thank you, Daisuke" Yoshiki opened the door and came to the hallway with dim lights. He headed down the left side walking towards the elevators using the original's memories, finding the elevator, he entered the empty elevator and push the zero level which was the parking area, coming out of the elevator he clicked the open button on the car keys he swiped from his brother, seeing the flashing lights he headed towards them and found a Lykan Fenyr Supersport, which has the speed of 245 miles per hour, in black, he whistled in appreciation of the beautiful car, before entering the car. Turning the ignition on, he floored it and drove out of the parking lot and to the oncoming traffic.

he shouts and I turn to face him and I once place my palm against my mouth in shock. He's holding a car key and instead of picking it, I look around in anxiety and when I see it, I run towards it. It's a car.. a V8 to be precise and it's standing all alone at the middle of the parking lot. It has ribbons all over and I loudly read the words scribbled on an inflated baloon. “Happiest birthday My love!” it reads. I'm caressing the brand new red machine like a baby longing for the moment I'll drive it for the first time.

Just like Dante, he was as vigilant as a lion looking for its prey. I opened the door and we entered the wide VIP room, soundproof, and with an intercom inside. There was a wooden round table in the middle with six wooden chairs. The lights in the room were the lamps mounted on the walls. There was also a huge 3D television attached to the wall beside an indoor plant. "So, who uses this room?" Adam asked while he roamed around. "The family?!" I replied, chuckling. I heard a subtle laugh on his part then glanced at me.

And with that warning in place, I raised the club above my head and sending it crashing into the windscreen, making it a spiderwebbed mess. I didn’t stop hitting until it was shattered, until it a shatter of pieces of glass over the seats and over the hood of the car. I exhaled deeply, feeling much more better, more calmer, although I would feel better with bourbon in my system. Tossing away the bent club, I jumped down the hood, brushing glass from my clothes. Seemed like Seth found his voice sometime during my rampage because his yell reached my ears as I turned in the direction of the elevator, eager to get to my apartment and get trashed off some bourbon

For an unknown reason, Natasha found herself visiting that place more than once in a week, just to let out the day's weight and gaze upon the twenty-foot statue of the Blue Streak which captured him in a sprinting position and the large lightning bolt emblem plastered to his chest being the only thing that had color as a blue glowing lamp enclosed in a glass case was attached on top of it, highlighting the emblem. The rest of the sculpture was a solid dark grey with one of his feet, the right one, erected onto a pedestal while the left one was raised and bending almost forty-five degrees to give the perfect running position. TO WHOEVER SEEKS TRUE STRENGTH & BRAVERY "A little off-putt