Novel & Cerita Ross And Demelza Fanfiction

Melissa whispered, "It was meant to happen this night in the hospital not tomorrow night when it is also a full moon. Do you know how deadly it would be to have two full moons within two days? I am here to save her, Rosa, not to destroy them, and if you don't let me, you might lose your twins. I am so sorry but the power fighting is bigger than ever” “No. I would not let you take them,” Rosa said, standing in front of the babies. Elena began to cry harder while Marcus remained silent. Melissa heaved a sigh. She looked at her with a bored expression on her face, “I always knew you would be stupid,” she said. Before Rosa could say a word, she wrapped her hands around Rosa's neck and twisted it

“Xeros—Xeros—I love you—I love you—please—stop—please—” I can’t. I won’t. I promised her she would live. Even if I don’t. Demetria shoves Cassie aside like a doll. Cassie hits stone with a scream but scrambles immediately toward me. Demetria is faster. She crouches over me, fingers outstretched toward the cavity I carved beneath my sternum. “Finally,” she whispers, trembling with excitement. “Your heart is mine—” Her fingers touch the blood around my wound—

His lips pressed into a thin line as he marched over. "Ryder Sevilla! You better not be making that girl cry!" His alpha tone leaking out through his anger. Ross took setting an example a little too seriously for my taste sometimes. "N-no!" Ryder cowered. "Yes you did!" Demeter screeched. She rubbed at her brown eyes, acting dramatic like usual. "Princess," Dietrich stroked her chocolate locks. "Tell us what happened," Vance bent down to her height. Demeter gasped for air through her sobbing," we were playing castle and Ryder asked me to be his princess."

Rosalina melted into him, her fingers curling around his shirt, anchoring herself to this moment…to this man. When they finally pulled apart, breathless, he pressed his forehead to hers. "I've been trying hard to keep this line between us." She gave a broken laugh, her hands framed his face, caressing his chin softly. “Lines don't survive long when both people want to cross them, Damon. We both want to.” Her voice quivered heavy with the eight of passion and desire. They didn't speak again as he led her inside, past the staircase, down the hall, and into his room. This time, she didn't sneak away…she didn’t want to.

“You’ve tried to harm my Queen for the last time.” ‎ ‎Calistra claws at his arm, gasping for air. Her feet kick against the air, desperation flickering in her eyes. But Dravon’s grip is like iron. ‎ ‎“Dravon,” I say softly, stepping closer. “Let her go.” ‎ ‎For a moment, I wasn’t sure he even heard me. His demon is too close to the surface, his blue eyes slowly fading to black, his breath ragged. But then his gaze meets mine, and slowly, painfully, he lowers her to the ground. She crumples, coughing violently, hatred still blazing in her eyes. The place where Dravon held her turns black instantly.

Her hands framed his face, pulling him into her, her body trembling with emotion. Marco laughed softly against her lips, surprised but warm. He rose to his feet, still holding her, his arms wrapping around her waist. Delilah wrapped her arms around his neck, their lips meeting again—deeper this time, a kiss filled with desire and devotion. She didn’t need a Don. She had Marco. And that was more than enough. The End.

Since when did Rafe call Natasha that? Before he could question it, Natasha grabbed his arm, her grip deceptively firm, and dragged him out of the room. The door shut behind them with a quiet but firm click, sealing them off from Rafe. Alex ripped his arm free, turning on her with narrowed eyes. He exhaled sharply, trying to steady himself. He felt like the ground had tilted beneath him. “What the hell is going on?” he demanded, voice low and lethal. Delia was gone, they had no idea whether she was dead or alive. Rafe was acting like she never existed, and Natasha was standing here, pretending like she was still his fiancé and future Luna.

Pin me down, stretch my cunt with his thick cock until I'm a dripping, screaming mess? God, will it ever fucking happen? Wild, filthy imaginations run through my head, making my core clench. I bite the inside of my cheek to snap myself out of it. “B..l..a..k..e…” I whisper his name into the empty room, testing how it feels on my tongue. A soft knock comes at the door, and I straighten my posture instantly. “Ms. Rosella? Zee here.” "Oh, Zee. Come in."

Chapter 10. Damian tugged a strand of her hair behind her ear, leaning gently into her and planting a kiss on her forehead while ramming his finger into her clamping pussy with the thoughts of his brother walking into them playing in his head. God! It would be so good… watching the smile on his brother’s face drain out completely. Isdora’s lips trembled in fright, her body melting into his thrust amidst the heat of the moment. “Damian…” she cried, but he kissed her cheeks again.

It's up to what happens tomorrow and I'll forget about my responsibilities outside this house. I will be Sofia first, the real Sofia who loves for Robin. Sofia who is fragile and crazy about the man she tried to stay away from and forget. "I love you." He whispered as he was on top of me and parting my hair. "I love you too, Robin." He kissed my lips at the same time, down my neck. Both of us were getting hot and sweaty as we changed positions on the bed. --------------- (Ara's Pov) "O Ara, you have something to deliver again. Here's the address, hurry up because the VIP ordered it."