Novel & Cerita Red Lover

His words caused thunder in broad daylight. …what? His friend also squatted down. He poked the red liquid on the ground and sniffed it. "Yes. It's animal blood. We're both hunters, so we're very familiar with this smell." He then glanced at Thea. "You didn't lie to us, did you?"

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

Her voice filled with amusement as she added, “Besides, I’ve already done it. Tristan is her lover boy. In fact, once we turn her over to Antoh, I was thinking of looking this fella up myself. I want to see if he’s really that adept in bed or if she’s just that inexperienced.” Chloe glowered at the female standing before her. Unlike her companions, she looked fully human. To make matters worse, she was absolutely gorgeous with the long black hair cascading down to the small of her back. Thick black lashes framed huge doe-like eyes that reflected the light off their rich golden irises in a way that made Chloe fear she might get lost in them. Her pert little nose was set evenly between

“Yer pecker would burst just from the scent of a female, let alone the look of her.” Harold threw his head back in laughter. “Who am I guardin’ them sheep against, anyway.” Roy’s eyes twinkled as he gave Pete a snarly look that told him he wouldn’t stand for disrespectful talk about the boss or the woman he was tending to. Pete ignored their jeers. It was like he had a one-track mind as he leaned forward and spoke in a feisty voice that was just above a whisper. “Saliva makes the bleedin’ stop. That’s why animals lick their wounds. I’d have happily licked those bleedin’ tits for her.”

She was on a black mask. Two other females stood beside her, but in different bitchy dress manners. They rested on the bar stools, having a drink. Meanwhile, in a room covered in transparent color, a dangerous man was seen with sluts flirting around him. His men stood guarded as he had his fun. LIAM WILDER. Eight drug-ruthless lords; this population is a million, and every agent department targets him. Liam Wilder isn’t just someone two or more could catch; he has no wife, no history of children, but his mistresses are thousands.

ETHAN What other distraction was better than being at Liam's? Dim lightning. Loud music. Soft hum of laughter, and beer bottles piled up on his table. Liam was sprawled on the couch, hands stretched behind his back, Jaz—his stripper girlfriend—curled on his lap like a cat. She had red lips, red hair, and red pointy nails. “Red brings new goodluck.” She'd always say, but I found it quite creepy. And Liam? He found it sexy, hot, says it gives her a killer vibe.

Drunk on the animal attraction that had been pulsing between us. Sexy Lily -which I had suspected wasn't her real name but was doubly sure now- with her flaming red curls, matching red lipstick and little black dress. Sexy Lily that had felt like mine as I had broken past her hymen and made her scream. Sexy Lily that was currently sitting at my eye level looking shell shocked.

No words passed between them, yet something silent and unmistakable moved there all the same. Recognition. Possibility. As though Master Damian had just discovered a piece that might fit perfectly into a puzzle only the Leather Brothers could see. And somehow… Ruby had the strange feeling she’d just been noticed for far more than a simple first visit. The Red Room The heartbeat of Fantasy. The Red Room pulsed with lust, pain, and exquisite surrender beneath deep crimson lighting and mirrored walls that reflected every shiver, every gasp, every command. Velvet drapery framed massive leather restraint platforms while polished steel rings gleamed from walls and floors alike.

Of course, I’m evil and it gives me pleasure. Maybe I’m the first freak you’ve ever known, or maybe I might not, because even I myself had seen and had intimacy with an old freak, his name is Lucio, and I suspect that he has his hands in the swap of events on the marking ceremony, but his plans got ruined after it worked out. Well, I wouldn’t swear over it, because I’m not sure if he did anything wicked on that fateful day. I drew a round circle on my lips with the lips stick, forming the blazing red I loved so much. The red that made people mistake me for a Russian model, maybe because Russians had a lot to do with blazing red.

“Did the beasts steal your sense of humor along with a bit of your larynx.” “I still don’t talk right,” I pouted. “You’re a little raspy,” he admitted, “but I find it sexy.” “Everything’s sexy to you,” I snapped. He threw his arms wide, smiled broadly, and said, “I’m a sexy guy who enjoys sex with my sexy lady. So, sue me.” I looked at the scar on my neck again and said, “This is not sexy.” “That is the sexiest part of you, my love,” he whispered as he placed a soft kiss on my lips and left the room.