Shayla Black Wicked As Sin Novelas e Histórias

******* ~~Elena's Pov~~ ****** I stood outside Damien Blackthorn’s penthouse office, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My palms were sweaty against the strap of my bag. I knew I shouldn’t be here. Out of all the people who could help my family, I had chosen him — Damien Blackthorn, my older brother Ryan’s best friend since college. The same man I had secretly lusted after for the past three years.

The kind of beauty that knew it was sharp and liked cutting people with it,No wonder Shawn wouldn't move on from her. Slade’s hand slid to the small of my back. Barely a touch. But enough. “Look who found time to greet us,” Slade murmured, voice smooth but edged. “The Blacks.” Shawn smiled. It wasn’t a warm smile. It was the kind a wolf gives before the bite. “Ariana,” he said casually “You look… well.” The pause before well was deliberate. Like he’d flipped through a dictionary of insults and picked the mildest one now that we had an audience.

“You sound like someone who has.” I looked through the screen, though I could see nothing but shadow. For a moment, I almost wanted to tell him everything, the nights I doubted, the prayers that went unanswered, the weight of other people’s sins pressing against mine. But that wasn’t my place. I was supposed to be the anchor here, not another soul adrift. Instead, I whispered, “All sins can be forgiven.” The words felt fragile, hollow, like a candle’s last flicker before dying out.

"I love your black d*ck in my a*s. Fuck me with you big black d*ck. Yes, I love your c*ck," I cried out. "You want my c*m in your white boy a*s?" Lucas asked. "Yes, please fill me with your c*m. I want to feel your hot c*m," I shouted back.

"I guess it's not so important if you can't tell me what it is." "Ok ok, I'll tell you." I could hear her sigh at her end. "Bella, I need to go to this concert. Blackpink's concert is in two weeks and if I don't go, I don't know what will become of me. I want to go to the concert. Please." I chuckled. Layla was extravagant, even as a child. She always wanted to wear trendy clothes and shoes, not minding if our parents could afford them. And somehow, she always got what she wanted.

Niley raised her voice at Nina which made Rican grit his teeth. “Girls like you are a shame and disgust for every person who gets associated with someone like you who doesn't even think about right and wrong. They just need money and for that, they could do anything…even it means sleeping with a man who is completely forbidden for her,” Niley glowered at Nina while verbally destroying Nina's character in front of each and every person present inside that room.

I think Damian was like 9 and Layla was - urmm - 7 I guess. ''That young?'' I asked astonished. ''Yeah, they were very much in love. I could see that with the way they looked at each other, the way Damian smiled anytime the thought of Layla crossed his mind and the way she blushed at the little compliment passed by Damian but the unfortunate happened. She wasn't herself anymore. Layla started becoming distant, more reserved and Damian knew that something was off. One day, they got into a very heated argument so Damian drove off leaving her alone on the side of the road. He needed to clear his head. The next morning he went to her place but she wasn't around. He called her phone a 100 times.

She sighs, twirling the tips of her hair around her finger – ignoring me. “Ms. Black isn’t from the Salacious Players Club.” Ace points out, looking past her as if he is trying to look for someone to save him. She snorts, dropping her hand. “She’s not? Don’t tell me she’s from the Charity Auction?” Displeasure wraps around her words viciously, striking me across the face in mockery. Ace steps back, widening his stance as his eyes narrow into thin slits when they meet her cruel gaze. “Yes, Ms. Black is from the Charity Auction, Lisa, and there is nothing wrong with that.”

"I wanna create all the beautiful sin with you. Tonight I won't Spare you." Grant me another trauma, Take my soul away. Next will be updated soon but kindly leave your comments. I will appreciate it!

I was panting when I reached the end of the corridor and opened the door leading to the basement. Lalaine is the epitome of a beautiful woman. She looked gorgeous in her black sleeveless dress, moving fluidly as she ran to Sky, an unmistakable personality of an elite and a classy woman. With her, Sky didn’t need to get drunk to look at her with desire and… love.