Roz X Fink Novels & Stories

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

] [Lydia wears a poker face all the time. [Is this the 3.0 version of her face? Is it finally stable? Don't be surprised if she changes it again after two years!] The fans from both sides were arguing fiercely, and Allen's fans jumped in, too. [Lydia is amazing. Rosie should just leave the entertainment industry!] [How many syringes of hyaluronic acid did she get last night? Her face is as dark as it can get now. No amount of whitening serum will help!]

In one swift motion, he enters me so hard that my scream gets stifled in my throat. But this is what I want, his rough hand is what I crave. I never thought that I would ever be interested in rough sex or the way we play, but Fenriz has a way that turns me into a woman hungry for his praises. “That’s my baby girl,” “I know you can take all of me, sweet little fox.” “So fucking perfect and all mine,” His praises, coupled with his groaning and the sound of our slick bodies colliding together, echo through the office, causing me to fall into a delirious haze. Every now and then, he slows down to kiss me, my throat, or any other part of my body.

Small blisters had covered almost all of the sole of my feet, some of them even popped open leaving my inner skin bare to the ground while my toes ached from the reddish blue bruises. Basically my feet looked like as if they've gone through the worst treatment of their life. "Between, do you have a name? obviously every person has one, duh! I mean everyone calls you a rouge but I bet you'd get fed up right? so what’s yours?" His voice made me look up. Nico stood next to Ezra with his naked forearm draped over Ezra's shoulder. "A little too friendly, no?" Xandros uttered with immense hate. "Atleast one needs to act civil, yes? and I'm older than you so hush." Nico pouted which made Xandros sh

RED INK EP 28: Disposition • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ~~~~ Fred's point of view~~~ His motorcycle was a tough zandor 880 with over 1000cc and could travel sixty miles per hour. He chose this cruiser because it was light weight and was very practical. The lamps in front of it were dim because he made it so. His eyes needed to do the seeing and any light could put his target on watch.

My hair is raised in the most ridiculous style and his hair is slicked back, perfect as ever. I turn it over and in a nice cursive handwriting, the names; Hazel Chestnut and Jamie Johnson are written with a date: July 16th. What does this mean? The lifetime sh*t Jamie spoke of springs easily to mind. So, we reincarnated? That's not something I ever believed in but this seems so real. 'Could be a prank Jamie and Brit are playing on you' my subconscious points out. Yeah, she's right; anyone with a laptop can edit something like this, right?

and Cynthia started twerking playfully. Roxanne laughed and took a sip of her drink. "Cynthia, you have a beautiful afterglow." Cynthia's face turned pink as she realized they had been loud. "Hope you enjoyed the show," she said with a giggle. Roxanne smiled. "It wasn't really a show if we didn't watch you both." Freddy laughed. " True! " Cynthia flushed and immediately put in a fake frown. "Aren't you supposed to take your meds or something, Rox?" She asked.

It has always been hard and dirty, with no romance for us. She pants as I grip her hips, hammering my cock into her repeatedly. It doesn't take long before I feel her walls start to tighten around my dick. She screams, “Oh Zac, Oh, Oh Fuu-uh-ckk” as she starts to whither, I fist my hand in her hair, and with one final thrust, I find my release too. Once the wave has passed through me, I pull out. Fiona turns around with a sly smirk on her lips and says “Tell me you don’t want to keep doing this”.

Roman asked when he got out of the car, as well as Ashton. "A fox just banged her forehead against mine." He replied while glaring at me. I sent him a sheepish smile. "There are no foxes here in Rosla." Ashton asked, dumbfounded. He was lost like a motherfucker. "Just get me an ice pack instead of blabbering nonsense shit." He snarled, Ashton nodded fearfully and ordered the maids. "That's what you get, prince boy." I whispered proudly and walked forward, leaving him behind.

Clara said and approached her. The rabbit opened its eyes wide and looked at Clara. Even though Clara didn't show her ears, the rabbit recognized Clara as a fox. Clara has bright red curly hair. Her slanting eyes are significant and seductive, and even her heart-shaped lips are incredibly dreamy. Clara is such a beautiful and charming fox. Feeling safe, the rabbit turned into a beautiful girl again. "My name is Dove. I'm sorry that I slept here without your permission." Dove talked in fear.