Rockstar Slash の小説・ストーリー

“I’m more than okay. And it’s time.” A couple whoops. Some fists punched the air. “In three days we ride for Blackfang,” I said, voice steady even though my heart was trying to climb out my throat. “We make them pay for every scar they gave me. Every tear. Every drop of blood. They threw me out like trash. Now I’m coming back with fire.” The roar that went up shook the stones under my feet. “Lyra! Lyra! Lyra! Lyra!” They screamed my name till their voices cracked. Fists pounding chests. Wolves howling. Kids jumping up and down.

I scraped my nails across his back as he trusted deep inside of my wet pussy, the only sounds filling the room were our bodies slapping against each other and our ragged breaths. Hunt pressed his lips against my neck and before I knew what he was doing, he bit my skin with his sharp canines. My head rolled back and I came hard around his thick cock, going over the edge. My arms slipped from around his neck as I trembled, but Hunt kept going until he too was coming, filling me with his hot come. Hunt found my lips once again and kissed me. He kissed me as if he had never kissed me before, with his warm tongue seeking mine, his teeth nibbling my lips mouth, his entire mouth possessing mine in

He abruptly turned to his former best friend and decided to give him a piece of his mind. "You wanna talk? Fine." His face turned red with fury. "Fuck you!" He jabbed him in the chest with his long finger. Seven stumbled back but did not fall. "You stood there and watched when they killed my parents and burned down my home. You didn't do shit!" Tears brimmed his eyes. Tears of anger and frustration. "We were best friends. We were brothers!" He yelled. "Brothers don't betray each other. I hope you're enjoying your rich and wonderful life now. With your fancy car and fancy house, I hope you burn in hell. When you joined that gang, you turned your back on us. On me! One day you'll get back the

She wouldn’t look at him, so he knew that it couldn’t have been good. “Okay…” Dustin replied and hit ‘play’. “‘Hello, Seattle!’” the administrator of the Seattle Whispers site screeched from the computer speakers. “‘Boys and girls, we have an exclusive for you today! Mr. Vic ‘The Sin’ Hook getting served! Warning! Watch it alone!’” Victor watched as the video switched from the admin’s face to a clip in which Navy was visibly on her knees in front of him. A pixelated square covered his cock and a portion of her face.

Thus, Lucas sauntered toward the stone stage and placed his hands over the black, old treasure chest. Without hesitation, Lucas opened it up. All of a sudden, a bright light shone. After the bright light faded, Lucas beamed into the treasure chest and found a skill scroll. It looked like a very old script. It had the wordings, "Immemorial Demonic Slash!" Immemorial Demonic Slash: Grade S skill. With a slash, three thousand phantoms will appear and make everything it comes into contact with vanish. It can be upgraded to Grade SSS.

I hear the old bastard utter. “One million dollars,” someone else at my left counter. “Two million dollars ,” I hear another bastard say. “Fifty million,” I hear myself say, erupting whispers from the crowd.

"Do you really think that I'd allow myself to be alone and defenseless even after knowing all of this?" As soon as I finished speaking, the ropes binding my hands were cut by a small hidden knife. I kicked Camden hard, aiming for his weak spot and sending the knife flying. At the same moment, the warehouse doors burst open. Don lunged at me with a knife, but a police officer shot him in the hand, forcing him to drop the weapon. I took the opportunity to kick Nevaeh to the ground and watched as all three of them writhed in pain and screamed.