Shallow River Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

She croaked and began to wail. “Come on, baby. She’s okay. She’ll be okay, I promise.” He retorted. ___________ River happened to stumble in a bar when she became thirsty. She had been walking around taking pictures of wooden sculptures of creatures and human figures for a good hour and a half. She had already fallen in love with the small town and the breeze that flowed at night. Even during the day, it didn’t feel as hot and humid as in Texas. It was the opposite.

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Her lack of regret for all the horrid things she'd done infuriated me further, so I leaned down close to her face, the metallic scent of her blood thick and strong, and whispered, "I will make it as slow and painful as I can. And the entire time, I want you to think about all the reasons you're going to hell." Then, in a slow, calculated fashion, I grew out each of my claws, the red haze returning, and slit River's throat like she had the young couple, smiling as the gash left a deep red smile on her neck. She choked on her own blood as it bubbled up out of her mouth, running down her chin in thin crimson lines, and finally, as I experienced in so many fantasies, the life in River's eyes sl

River reached over his head and pulled his shirt off. It was ridiculous that the sight of him left me struggling for oxygen. I had seen River without a shirt a bunch of times, but the view of his muscular torso had my stomach twisting and my toes curling. River’s eyes stayed on mine as he knelt between my legs. He rubbed my inner thighs with his thumbs. River hovered back over me. River’s lips moved down my neck, and his hand slipped under my shirt. My stomach was already in flames, and when River touched my stomach with his hand, the fire grew stronger. My hand trailed from his chest to the waistband of his shorts.

Heidi and Larry remained glued to each other. But the more they kissed, the more Heidi bled from her groin. The sharks that had been peacefully circling the distance suddenly seemed to accelerate, their aggression obvious. However, none of the others noticed, and they kept taking photos and cheering excitedly like children. Remembering the pain and despair as the sharks ripped me into shreds in my last life, I decided to be kind one last time and swam toward them, gesturing repeatedly at the shiver of sharks that were starting to get into a frenzy.

Chapter One ‎HOT AND HEAVY ‎ ‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

Chapter Thirty Three (Spencer POV) I just remain sitting on the hard rock watching the moon and stars reflected in the river below. The chill of the night air blanket my skin causing me to shiver slightly. I don’t have the energy to move, it's like it's all left with him. I can’t even find the energy to release the tears I feel building up inside my soul. Lilly is completely quiet and still inside me having no energy to share. The air shifts around me suddenly feeling warmer.

Deeper. She leans forward, her breasts against my chest, her breath against my neck. Her nails dig into my skin. She murmurs my name. An incantation. A pagan prayer. The world shrinks to this porcelain vessel, to the water sloshing in rhythm with our bodies, to the heat rising, irresistible. I watch her lose herself, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream. I feel her tighten around me, vibrate with mute convulsions. Only then do I let go. I press her against me, my arms bars around her still-trembling body, and I find my own end within her, violent, prolonged, a stifled growl in the curve of her neck.

Brielle let out another soft moan as his tongue worked it’s way from the ball of her feet, all the way down her thigh before stopping on top of her lacy material. He grazed his teeth against her bud, her thong the only thing in between, as he hooked his fingers around the edges and exposed her completely. “I’ve been waiting for this since the day we were at Shadow. Dying for another taste..” he growled, the vibration of his voice against her most sensitive area eliciting another hit of her arousal to fill the air. Before Brielle could respond, River slid his tongue along her slick opening, causing Brielle’s eyes to roll to the back of her head. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You taste so fucking good.

Rowan's words shattered my heart completely. I let out a bitter laugh, turned, and walked away without looking back. Someone once told me that promises were the most useless things in the world—what mattered was action. I never believed it before, but now, I did. I took a cab to the Rivers, planning to see Patrick and leave after that. Halfway there, I received a video call from Jeremy Harding. "Angela, look at the tulips by the side of the road—they're so beautiful. Coriland is amazing. Are you really not coming back?"