Sans Undertale Au Novels & Stories

He looked delicious. "Ah," he commented dryly, swiveling his gaze to Chrissie. He looked her up and down, just a sweeping glance, but she felt the heat from his eyes warm her to the bone. He noticed her spilled shopping bags and bent to pick it up. Chrissie's eyes widened as he held up her new bra. "This is...nice," he said in a heavy voice. She snatched it from him and hid it behind her back. He grinned as he quirked an eyebrow and waved the panties at her. "You forgot these."

Michael porte son verre à ses lèvres pour les humecter, laissant planer le suspens. -Je vais te raconter une histoire assez triste. commence-t-il en se grattant le bout de son nez. La jeune femme lui demande de continuer du regard. Un petit sourire victorieux rehausse ses lèvres en voyant qu'il a toute son attention. Il se lève, une main dans sa poche, il commence à marcher sur le pont. -Il était une fois, une jeune femme apprend qu'elle était enceinte mais ce fut pour une courte durée. commence-t-il. Tu veux savoir pourquoi?

he taunted. “What are you on about, Clarence? It’s your duty to help me. I never asked you for a favor before, but as your alpha, I command you to keep this secret to yourself. You have no right to disobey,” Alpha Cliden stated in a stern and authoritative voice. “Have I told you how much I hate that line? Though, I do want to say it too most of the time.” Clarence clicked his tongue in distaste as he waved his index finger in a disagreeing manner. Cliden only stood there with an annoyed expression while he pondered about his brother’s change of treatment towards him. Clarence glanced at Elise who was still guarding the poor princess behind her. “I heard that a witch’s weakness is what she h

I smiled. "The title's Golden, it's from the animated movie about three girls who slay demons with their songs." He replied excitedly. "Of course." I laughed. With gods and relics being real, I wouldn't be surprised if the three girls and demons actually existed as well. "I have a playlist on Spotify with all my favourite songs in it, I could share it with you if you want." He offered shyly. "I would love that." I replied with a smile. His smile grew broader as he returned to finish up his cooking while I continued standing by the doorway.

She whispered to him in a sing song, putting air quotes in the word girlfriend, i heard everything cause was seated beside her, Todd seemed thrown off for some second before getting himself back "Let's just focus on the game" Todd said and gave her a little mouth kiss before they faced the board "Drink if you have a tattoo" Was rolled and read out, Cole, Alex, Todd, Gwen, Claire and few other guys drank their shots "Everyone drink" Was rolled so we all took our shots "Never have i ever, hooked up in my parents room" A girl read out, two guys said they had "Ohhhh" we cheered and they both drank their shot

She hesitates one heartbeat too long. His grip tightens. “Now.” She parts her lips, he pushes her fingers inside, pressing down on her tongue until she tastes herself, salt, sweet, shame, her eyes flutter closed. “Good girl,” he says, softer this time… He withdraws her hand, wipes it casually on the blanket, then reaches into his coat pocket. When his fingers emerge, they hold a perfect, chilled pear deep green-gold, the size of a large fist, stem still attached. “First gift,” he tells her, “A partridge in a pear tree. You’ll take it tonight, all of it.”

He asked. “My name? Do you think I’ll tell it to you just because? Forget it!” She laughed. “My name is Bastian, Bastian Mendez, and I want to spend a good night with you, may I?” She smiled mischievous. It seemed like her best chance to spend a good night and take some money with her had arrived. BAR TWO MOONS “Why? Why didn’t you tell me? Why did I have to go through that shame?” Susan raised her voice.

"Alpha Luciano!" Beta Chris called, as he entered into the Alpha's office. "Not now Beta Chris, I'm busy" Alpha Luciano replied, his eyes still fixed on his laptop. "You have to see this, now!" He emphasized the word, and Alpha Luciano looked at him. "What is it?" He asked, and they both hurriedly left the house. "Look!" Beta Chris said, pointing at the wonder in the sky. It was an Eclipsed Union.

"Seems like the Byrds really don't know their place. Mr. Potter has already thrown them plenty of projects, and now they want to steal more from us." "With an appetite that big, they'd better watch out… Greed never ends well." Fred's face paled, but he quickly forced a smile. "All those projects have been cut. We're just hoping you can throw us a bone, Mr. Potter." Dean, visibly irritated, gestured toward me. "You want new projects? Let her do the drinking." Fred grew flustered, glancing at me nervously before speaking up. "She can't drink. I'll drink with you instead."

But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on something—Medina’s outstretched leg. I crashed to the floor with a loud thud. My gown rode up, exposing my thighs. Drake’s gaze fell on me, his eyes lingering on the small tattoo etched into my skin. It wasn’t just any tattoo—it was the mark my mother had given me, my little “guardian angel.” I quickly pulled my gown down, covering myself. Drake’s eyes flickered with recognition before he turned away, his expression unreadable. Medina smirked, satisfied with her handiwork. She had tripped me on purpose.