Repo The Genetic Opera Amber Sweet Novels & Stories

Holding onto her sanity, she pleaded, "Please, please, I beg you, I don't want to get pregnant again, I don't want to do those things, I don't want to... we... hic... can wait, please..." "Jethro...can you hear me? Don't stay silent like that...I was wrong before, trying to resist you. I'm truly sorry...please calm down, we should resolve everything slowly. Jethro, Jethro..." Gemma urgently spoke loudly as if afraid he couldn't hear her. Suddenly, his penis thrust harder and faster, each movement stabbing straight into her cervix. Gemma didn't need to be told what was coming next, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore... Jethro took in the sweet scent from Gemma's body, his hot and seduct

With one last sigh, I decided to follow her plan, despite all the uncertainties. "Alright. Let's do this," I said finally. "What's the next step of your plan?" I swallowed hard, nervous. Amber smiled slightly and circled me, observing every detail of me with great attention. She took a lock of my hair and wrapped it around her fingers, letting the curl fall perfectly over my shoulders. "The next step..." She smiled again, whispering close to my ear, "is to find someone... a girl who looks like you to pretend to be the Alpha's mate and deceive the Cooneys and everyone else... This girl needs to be human so we can manipulate her..." Amber responded thoughtfully.

he asked softly, and I nodded. "Hmm..." he hummed and started to plant a kiss on the side of my lips. "Styx," I whispered when he began making circular motions on my waist. I felt his hot breath hit my face. "Then my shares will be transferred under your name as soon as possible," he said, as if he could immediately process the paper overnight. I plastered a smile on my lips, trying to suppress the true emotions inside me. I was surprised that he'd agree that fast, but I remained calm while containing my emotions.

Estel was focused on editing a manuscript at her desk. “Who's that?” James whispered to Henrick while observing Estel. “That, my friend, is Estel Bremmer, our brilliant editor. She's the one who works her magic on manuscripts, turning coal into diamonds.” Henrick said proudly. “She sounds like someone worth knowing.” James was impressed. Henrick strides over to Estel's desk, motioning for James to follow. Estel looks up, momentarily startled by their approach. She and Henrick had just got into a heated argument just this morning. She was wondering what he was up to now.

she said. "No, I’m not." "You are, Luna. You have all the qualities you’ve just mentioned, and you would make a great queen," she said in a complimentary tone. I smiled. "Nah, I’m good just being a Luna," I replied, tapping her shoulder. "Let’s get back to work. Vincenzo will be back soon." "Yes, ma'am." I reached for my phone, scrolled through my playlist, and played some of Post Malone’s songs. We continued cooking, dancing, and singing along with Post Malone.

I had betrayed my brother and cheated on my wife. But in that moment, I pushed all those thoughts aside. Amelia was like a drug, her young, tight pussy was like a drug and I was already fucking addicted. ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎ Step-Taboo: AMANDA'S POV: I slouched in my seat, staring at my mom as she stood at the altar, smiling happily next to Alexander, her new husband, my stepdad. Ugh. My stepdad.

Amber looked at them and something very still happened behind her sunglasses, but she tried not to let it spread to her face, she picked up the child confidently as she stared into those eyes for a long moment. She knew those eyes, she had grown up in the same house looking at those pair of eyes. She handed the baby back to Rosário and straightened up with a smooth movement that gave nothing away. "She's beautiful," Amber said. "She is, isn't she?" Ava beamed. "Adrian keeps saying she has my face but I feel like she has someone else's eyes entirely. Not Adrian's though... I've looked." "Genetics are mysterious," Amber said. "Shall we go inside? I could use tea."Amber suggested

Amber I stepped back—fists up—and twisted my body—rear foot to the front—then swung a side whip kick. BANG! The cubicle door flew open. Laughter gasped and shrieked. I stepped out and there were five of them: malnourished Willows in half-chewed clothes, their overly smouldered eyes wide with reluctant surprise because they weren’t expecting my immediate response. Well, I, Amber Kratos, heir of the Blood Moon Pack, don’t rely on my pack for protection.

Down the hallways buzzing with morning chatter. We crash through the doors of the boys’ locker room. The smell of chlorine and sweat fills the air. Everything looks normal. Ordinary. Until we see it. A single object sitting in the middle bench. A phone. An old one. Cracked. Noah’s phone. My knees nearly give out. “No.” Jace moves toward it, slow and wary. “Ava… don’t touch—” But the screen lights up on its own. A video starts playing. Grainy. Old.

“Amber, this is Alpha Prince Kai, Luna Princess Darina, Gamma Troy, and Gamma Female Larissa.” “Nice to meet you,” said Darina, shaking her hand. The others welcomed her warmly. “Likewise,” Amber replied with a smile. “I like her,” said Carol. “But she’s not a werewolf… doesn’t smell like a human or a witch either.” Apparently, everyone had the same thought because Larissa blurted, “Are you a unicorn?” Amber raised her brows in surprise. “I’m a Panthera.” “We used to joke that my mate must be a unicorn—because I couldn’t find you anywhere,” Reed said with a laugh. “But you are my unicorn—beautiful and rare.” He kissed her temple, and Amber chuckled.