Rolls Off The Tongue Rwby

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

His grip on her neck tightened as he rammed into her, the sound of her moans filling up his office. “Say it,” He whispered. “Say you belong to me,” The words tremble on her tongue, half plea, half surrender. “I… belong to you.” Her body trembled, caught between wanting to run and wanting to fall deeper into whatever this was. Serafina had just one job to do. Infiltrate his mafia. Obtain information. And kill him. And she would do anything it takes to get the job done, even if it means submitting to a demon. Dimitri Volkov is ruthless, untouchable and looked like pure, undiluted sin. He was not the kind of man you love. He was the kind of man that ruins you and makes you enjoy it. And now Dimitri doesn’t just want her body, her wants her heart, mind and soul. And once the mafia king decides you are his, he never lets you go.

“You are more willing now. And Carly, I’ve always wanted you. I wasn’t joking when I said it before.” He smiled, and then brought his finger up. The same finger that I was sure he used in my sex. He placed it inside his mouth and his tongue rolled over it. It was messed up. Everything was messed up, yet my stomach twisted, wanting more. ***** Arthur Wilder was once an apology I thought was sent to me, but he turned out to be a calm before the storm, a storm that almost cost my life and led to darkness, which still lingers in my soul. Years later, when I thought I was finally in control, powerful and unstoppable, he was back to take charge of my life. In marriage. I should run away from him, to protect myself, yet I found myself lending to his dark desire.

“Your tongue seems to want an escape from you, perhaps it is your head I should take for a souvenir?" The strange man said to Charlotte, my tormentor, who choked on air in apparent shock at the audacity of his words. *** Roberta thought that her life had ended when Elijah, her mate publicly rejected her in front of the entire werewolf kingdom and subjected her to bullying from her step sister whom he chose instead until the most feared Alpha King came to claim and possess her. Anyone who challenges his authority will feel the wrath of his anger. But what would Roberta do when she discovers her savior, Alpha King Vincenzo still has a lover who would do anything to end her miserable life? Will she be able to survive the new threats in the new Alpha kingdom especially when her stepsister won’t let her be?

"I hate you!" Allison spat, her teeth grinding against each other loudly in anger. "You do?" Dante asked, grinning wolfishly. His gold eyes glinted in amusement. Darting his tongue, he licked his canines as he eyed her plump parted lips. "How about we find out how much?" And before she could blink, he smashed his lips against hers. **** When the Lycan King comes to visit Allison's pack, the last thing she expected was to find out he was her mate. Heck, the last thing she wanted was a mate. With the murder of her parents on her mind and running her pack as a Beta, Allison has no need and no taste for the Lycan King nor his terrible reputation as a womanizer. How long though can she resist his charms or the pull of the mate bond? And with her parents murderers lurking in the shadows, how far will she go for her revenge?

" I want nothing more than to taste your sweet blood on my tongue." His breath grazed her neck, followed by the wet glide of his tongue across her skin. Kerry shuddered, imagining his fangs sinking deep, feeding on her. "We can't do this," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What's stopping us?" "You're... my brother." "And yet, you stir something in me no other woman has." He grasped her hand, guiding it to his erection pressing against her. "You're mine, baby—made just for me." Kerry's life spirals into chaos when her mother marries a vampire. As someone who thought vampires were just myths, she struggles to accept their reality. But nothing could prepare her for her dangerously seductive new stepbrother, who seems determined to make her his. Is their bond a twist of fate, or something far darker?

Warning: dark romance. His lips trailed from the crook of her neck upward until they reached her lips, and then he took her lips in, taking every bit of it; licking every corner, and every nook. She tasted perfect, as though he had never been with a woman. Rolland snatched her clothes and pulled her closer before moving his mouth to her ears, he rolled his wet tongue over her earlobe, making her moan out. Then he whispered into her ears. “Every part of you is mine, yes?” he growled, making her squirm under him. Breathing hard, Jasmine whispered back with moans; “Yes, Donovan Rolland. Yes!” Jasmine, a dancer, was sent to lure him into her charm, break him, and make him feel love again, but with a warning, to never fall in love with him. However, she did. She fell madly in love with the cold man.

After my physical examination, I'm about to leave the pack infirmary located in my cousin's territory when a heavily made-up healer suddenly grabs my arm. She hisses, "Stop right there! You think you can break something in the infirmary and just run away? No way!" I look at her unfamiliar face and blink, feeling utterly confused. "What did I break?" She points to the crystal potion bottles on the shelves and wrinkles her nose exaggeratedly. "You reek, and your stench has contaminated all the potions, making them unusable! Alpha Xander bought these at a high cost, and all of it is worth 500 thousand dollars. There's also compensation for causing me emotional distress—that's another 200 thousand. "Altogether, that's 700 thousand dollars. Will you pay by cash or card?" My scent is a mix of violet and amber. It's noble and cool, like a winter dusk. Of course, not everyone loves this scent, but "contamination"? Please! I can't fathom why the infirmary in Xander's territory is operating like a scam. I laugh out of anger and say, "I'm Alpha Xander's cousin. I don't pay a single cent in his territory. If anyone has a problem with that, have Xander come say it to my face." But the healer only rolls her eyes. "You bitch, trying to use such lowly tricks to get my Alpha's attention? You wish! If you don't pay up today, I'll strip you naked and throw you onto the street so that everyone can smell how foul you are!" She has no idea who she's threatening. I take a deep breath and quickly contact my Beta. "Tell Xander—either banish this healer from the pack, or I'll banish him."

Noah Kline is the picture of daytime purity. He is a shy philosophy student who wears glasses and shrinks under Dr. Alexander Elliott's piercing gray stare during ethics lectures. His heart races as he imagines those commanding hands bending him over the podium. At night, he turns into Nyx, the club's dirtiest pole dancer. His body is oiled and shining, his hips grind against steel in a way that makes cocks throb below. He drops into a slow, dirty split that makes cocks throb below. With his thighs spread wide around the pole, he rolls his pelvis in wet, teasing circles. His thong is soaked and clinging to his leaking erection while men stuff hundreds into his garter and fingers graze his balls. When Noah needs money for school, he gets a private VIP gig. He climbs the pole in a tiny thong and a glittering harness. He bends back and slides his fingers inside the waistband to tease his own hole on stage, moaning softly as the crowd cheers. Then the lights catch a familiar face: Professor Elliott, coming out of the shadows, his suit clean and his eyes black with wild hunger. Elliott rushes onto the stage and slams Noah's chest against the cold pole. "Daytime little mouse can't meet my eyes," he growls, shoving his knee between Noah's thighs to rub against his sore cock. "But here you are, dripping and begging strangers to break this tight hole?" Rough hands pull the harness aside, and Elliott's fingers go between Noah's cheeks, circling his entrance before pushing two thick fingers inside and curling them to hit his prostate hard.

Gabrielle is a private investigator and is about to embark on her most dangerous undercover mission yet: spying on The Golden Hive, a secret society where a lot of women go in…but never come out. She becomes fast allies with Dante, a billionaire who is infiltrated as a member of the society. They work together to take down the dangerous cult-like club, but their growing attraction to each other might not only get in the way of their mission but could also cost them their lives.***“Dante was closer than I thought and his hand was suddenly on my leg. Without taking time to think about it, we leaned forward and kissed. My body felt like it was being electrocuted as he touched his tongue to mine. This wasn’t just a normal kiss. It was rough, hurried, and passionate. It was something I realized I could never get enough of, no matter what it cost me."Spying on my Billionaire's Secret Society is created by Angeline Hartwood, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.