Sans Undertale Au Novels & Stories

"And let it be a way for us to go our separate ways, as it already is." "No!" Portia protested, violently shaking her head as tears finally threatened to spill over. "We didn't do it for nothing. You didn't just give this away like some cheap gift! You love me, and I love you, Antonia—" Antonia hissed, sharply cutting her off. "You misunderstood me, Ms. Laurent. Nothing special happened. It was just a normal interaction between strangers who both needed something to pass the time." She spoke with an icy detachment, implying she was merely bored and used Portia for temporary entertainment, stripping the night of any personal meaning.

It was an exhilarating feeling, like riding a rollercoaster, but more relaxing and overwhelming knowing that someone special was giving me this experience. I took a deep breath and let the night air fill my lungs as I closed my eyes. "Thank you for this ride, Titan…" I whispered against his fur, hoping he could hear me. ⇜ ♡♡♡ ⇝ DARVIN. "Thank you for this ride, Titan…" Celeste’s soft voice reached my ears, and I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by my emotions as Titan kept running, tracking down the path where we could find the rest of the wolves running under the full moon.

Alex (1029) I was taking too much of her blood but it tasted exactly like the way she smelled, cantaloupe and a mixture of honey, I wonder how she got to tasting so sweet? I drew back and licked at the cut so it would heal faster than just leaving it open and she wouldn't bleed to death.

Aarav Kapoor It was raining heavily outside so Ahana, Ananya, Ayan & shruti are staying until the weather clears. Everyone was seated in the living room playing UNO cards. And I was ofcourse losing very badly. These people I tell you; are very good at playing these games and me being the boring one I am, i ofcourse am not very good at it. "I'm done!" Shanaya yelled at played her last card and I glared at her.

"Right." As I straightened my dress, I looked for my panty but it was nowhere to be found. “Zakael, where’s my underwear?” “I’ll keep it safe for you.” I saw him put the lace in his pocket like the creep he is. I couldn't help but steal glances at Zakael as we tidied up. The lines of his suit accentuated the strong contours of his body, and the disheveled state of his tie added a hint of rugged charm. The dim light cast shadows on his face, highlighting the chiseled features that had moments ago been so intimately close. I couldn’t tell if he’s angry, his eyes telling me he wants more…more of what? Me?

Are you trying to seduce me with that look I whispered, as she smiled stickinging out her tongue at me? "You know you're not getting younger. I do what you have to have a good relationship. You have everything at your disposal. So I think I should matchmake you with one of my friends in San Francisco. He's a very good friend of mine. I'm just suggesting I'm not forcing you huh, you might feel uncomfortable. You can reject the offer if you want, I whispered.

Nysaa quipped with a smirk, her sapphire eyes dancing with mischief. "Did you get lost on your way to the fancy business meeting, Mr. Suit-and-Tie?" Jacobson's expression remained composed, though a flicker of irritation crossed his features at her sarcastic comment. . "I assure you, Ms. Everhart, I'm quite capable of finding my way. I'm here on business." Nysaa leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms as she continued to taunt him. "Business? You don't look like the kind of guy who does much more than shuffle paperwork and attend dull meetings."

I gave the signal. It was time. Lucas nodded subtly and disappeared behind the velvet curtain. The Master of Ceremonies announced, “Now, for a special presentation, a journey into the love story of our Alpha and his Luna.” The projector flickered to life. A soft instrumental began to play. The screen lit up. But what played was not what anyone expected. A grainy, yet perfectly audible video clip began. It was clearly shot inside the castle. The entire hall went silent as Elsa’s face filled the screen.

Before I could react, she had opened my trousers and taken me into her mouth. "What are you doing?" I hissed, but the mischief in her eyes told me she knew exactly what she was doing. My breath hitched. Frank's voice was a distant buzz in my ear. "Michael? Are you there? Michael, can you hear me?" His voice was frantic, tinny through the speaker. "Yeah, man." The words came out as a groan. Laila's head bobbed, her tongue flicking against my sensitive tip. "You sound... funny." Confusion colored Frank's voice.

Under the sheets, a dewy haze settled around the exhausted couple and the night predicted a fresh tale for tomorrow. * * * Ps- Vincent isn't a Vampire/Werewolf. This isn't a paranormal book.