Sixth Collection Romane & Geschichten

Willow turned silent for a moment and asked in a much graver tone Clara hadn’t heard before, “Where did you get this symbol of the sixth element?” “Sixth element? But there are only five.” Clara’s voice went a little bit higher and Willow shushed her angrily for being so loud. Willow traced her fluffy fingerless hand around the border of the emblem, which was deep red in color. “This is the sixth,” Willow said in a dangerous tone. “But wait, how?” “There are only five that are allowed to practice and study.” “Well, what is it? The sixth one?” Clara asked in urgency, bouncing from foot to foot.

"Most of these pieces were salvaged before the burning of the old estate in Edinburgh. My journals from the seventeenth century detail the migration of the court to these highlands. You will find the correspondence with the clan leaders in the third alcove of the library." Seventeenth century. Edinburgh migration. Third alcove. She repeated the words like a mantra in her head, desperately trying to construct a mental map of the data. She reached into her pocket, her fingers fumbling for her small leather notebook and a charcoal pencil. She needed a barrier between them. She needed the comfort of her tools. But as she pulled the notebook out, her hands, slick with a nervous sweat she couldn't

“And if you ever want to come back… the room is yours.” My friends helped me clean up as best as I could. I could barely stand, so they half-carried me out of the club. Every step sent fresh waves of soreness through my ruined holes. Cum kept leaking out of me, running down my legs even after I tried to clean myself. --------- In the cab on the way home, the girls were still in shock. Lena shook her head. “I can’t believe you actually took six cocks. At the same time. You were screaming so loud… I thought you were going to pass out.”

“‘The petitioner receives… one million dollars… and… the 2021 Mercedes… with no further claims…’” Riven groaned deeply, his hands gripping her ass firmly, guiding her movements. He thrust up into her from below, meeting every downward stroke with a powerful upward pump that made her gasp. “Fuck, just like that,” he growled, eyes locked on her face. “Keep riding me slow and deep while you read. Don’t stop.” Mirabel whimpered but obeyed, continuing to grind and bounce on his cock as she turned to the next page. “‘The respondent… retains full ownership of King Tower… all corporate holdings… the yacht… and… all primary investment portfolios…’”

Said he'd stolen it weeks ago from one of Vincent's men. Inside was rows of storage units. Hundreds of them. Nevan led us to 247. The lock was electronic. Anna had a device that could crack it. Took her thirty seconds. The unit opened. Inside were filing cabinets. Boxes. Computers. Everything Vincent had collected over twenty years. "Start grabbing." Nathan pulled out the first box. "We have maybe ten minutes before someone notices." We worked fast. Filled bags with documents. Hard drives. USB drives. Anything that looked important.

"Oh, yes, I definitely do." END OF VOLUME 3: FOR SPARROW

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 6 The rest of the day passed in a haze of stolen touches and heated glances. After the emotional intensity in the shower, Dean and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We fucked again on the couch, slow and deep while some forgotten movie played in the background. Then once more in the laundry room when I went to throw our cum-stained sheets in the washer. Each time he filled me, whispering filthy praises and soft reassurances that made my heart ache just as much as my body throbbed.

John raised a brow and turned to Dick, who shook his head. “Interesting. You’ll go to the collection of alphas?” John asked, standing up. The collection of alphas was responsible for his outlawed status. People referred to them as either the “collection of alphas” or as “the collective”. The only desire he had to deal with the collective was to hurt them. The collection of alphas acted like social workers or the modern legal system for wolves. “They would make you pay more.” “You really think they’d help you?” John asked, taking a step toward the other man. All he needed was any excuse to end this sack of shit’s life and he’d do it in a heartbeat.

Cole pulled out suddenly stroking himself fast right over my face. “Open that slut mouth wide Lena,” he grunted and I did sticking my tongue out desperate as thick ropes of cum shot across my cheeks and lips and straight into my mouth, hot and salty and thick as I swallowed what I could, the rest dripping down my chin onto my tits in sticky strings. Ryan and Jax sped up chasing their own releases, their thrusts turning brutal and erratic now, the sounds wet and filthy as my pussy and ass gushed around them with every slam, cum and squirt mixture splashing everywhere.