Novelas y relatos de Sin Senos No Hay Paraiso

When will this fucking misery end? When will I finally get the taste of heaven, the taste of him. My back had already arched of the bed, legs apart like he would come any minute and grind me, hands gripping the sheets for support, the cold wind blowing where it hurt mockingly making me to even grip the sheets tighter till my fingers hurt. My lips parted slightly.

Raelynn Martinez pulled me from the darkness. I ran my fingers through the stray curls of her hair. She had a good scent that made me remember of our last night erotic sensation. “What if this was the last night?”, … “Noo.. the moon goddess can’t do something like that to me”, My stomach twisted and my heart sank like a hefty stone in my chest.

He laughed, I felt it within me. "Yeah, but that same bible says we're all sinners. We shouldn't waste that, it would be dope having fun with it." I didn't answer. It that evening. During the bonfire, I kept stealing glances at Caleb, He would mouth the wrong words to hymns we all sangs just so I would laugh, "hallelujah" turned into "hot damn" and I would hide my giggles behind my songbook, our eyes locking across the flames. Careful not to draw attention to ourselves or we will be a topic of discussion for the whole summer.

I've never been so wide awake No, nobody but me can keep me safe And I'm on my way The blood moon is on the rise The fire burning in my eyes No, nobody but me can keep me safe And I'm on my way [Farruko:] (Ya, ya) (Farru, yeah, guaya) Lo siento mucho (Farru), pero me voy (Eh) Porque a tu lado me di cuenta que nada soy (Eh-ey) Y me cansé de luchar y de guerrear en vano De estar en la línea de fuego y de meter la mano Acepto mis errore', también soy humano Y tú no ve' que lo hago porque te amo (Pum-pum-pum-pum) Pero ya (Ya) no tengo más na' que hacer aquí (Aquí) Me voy, llegó la hora 'e partir (Partir) De mi propio camino, seguir lejos de ti

Hi, this is the first chapter of the second book of Sinful. Enjoy. SEWA’s POV Stepping out of the airplane, there was no mistake that I was back home. I didn't need to be told by any one; the soft wind that welcomed me, told me that much. I adjusted my small shoulder purse that had it's strap digging into my tits, dividing them and making each tit look bigger than they actually were. I hated it when that happens, but I was too excited to care.

◇NO POV◇ parv is not understanding anything what to do he is sobbing silently in his room while drinking for whole night he wanted to scream and ask what is this feeling he was angry at the sametime upset with confusion her words are running in his mind He is repeating the same words whole night and day who am I what am I he is in the vulnerable state He is thinking to himself "why you also decided to leave me sarah Am I that unworthy for your love can't you give a single chance to my feelings damn it

In the sky a last look. The scene ends, but the last melodies of the song still echo through the silence.But alas, even the peace of the world is short-lived, and what about the peace of those who have already died, but still live among us. PLAYLIST FOR THIS VOLUME Soraia and Augusto: Save Me Now-Andru Donald Soraia and Julio Cesar: Haunted - Evanescence Amy and Marcus: Run - Leona Lewis Malvina: The Other Side -Sirenia

Evelyn pov Mates, chosen one, Mine, prophecy and all other bullshit was too much for me to take in at once. I needed my sanity or one would think I was going crazy in broad daylight in the midst of three radical Greek gods that appeared from nowhere. I didn't even know when I started talking to the red-haired Prince, all I knew was that I was drawn to his words, my body relaxed and submitted to his will and I got entrapped in his beauty and my body heated up with strange desires. In fact, my body was always on fire since the day I met with these three beauties.

ADORA’S P.O.V “You’re my wife, and it’s your duty to serve me in bed,” El Cana said, his voice was calm, just as usual, but it was filled with something that made my skin crawl. He sat back in his chair, with one leg crossed over the other, as if we were having a normal conversation. His eyes trailed over me carelessly, and then he added, “I must compliment you, though… You have a really nice body.”

she breathed. “You can,” Marcus countered, voice velvet and sin. “No one has to know. Just once. Let me show you what your body was made for. Let me worship you the way God never will—raw, filthy, and real.”