Slendrina Novelas e Histórias

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

I drop my forehead between her breasts and like a broken record, images of Zara , sprawled out on the bed evade my senses. Thick thighs, that white lace panties she had on, the slight swell of her belly, the brown hardened tip of her full breasts… I immediately push the woman on my lap away. She looks at me in confusion from her position on the floor. Brenda has always been my call girl. I needed an itch scratched, I called Brenda. But somehow, her presence right now does nothing to quell the inferno in me. Each time I blink, images of Zara assault my senses.

"How did she do it? Dyelin is a meticulous strategist. Nothing gets past her. Believe me, I've tried in the past." I smiled and took a sip. "From what I heard, this Theodrin is a beautiful and dominant female, who is into both males and females." "Yes I know, she's bisexual." "Apparently, she found a way to seduce Dyelin and made her a bimbo. I hear that Dyelin addresses her now as Mistress Theodrin." I felt proud telling her something she didn't know, thereby proving my worth. "Not just that, I hear she's doing the same thing on Marita, Xavier's head girl."

"They are on a personal mission. However, your question is the same as mine. That's what King and I will find out soon, soon." "Be careful with them, they can be dangerous!" Shandra's eyes are shining with genuine delight. She murmurs: "You are so cute!" Edrina looks insulted. "Cute?! Me? Well, human. I am Edrina of the Seven Crystal Roses, do you hear me? I am the first in the front line of the Crystal Rose Battalion, great warrior and honored by the Dew King himself!" Oberon says: "Edrina?" The little fairy doesn't even hear the First Scout's voice.

She hated how her thighs clenched together, how slick was already sliding between them, her heat demanding, begging. Evren crossed the space in a blur. He sniffed at her neck, exhaling a hot breath across her pulse. “You’re ripe, little moon.” His tongue darted out, tasting her sweat. “You’re suffering.” “We can ease it,” Dren said, already tossing his shirt aside. “You just have to beg.” Silviya’s breath hitched as Dren pulled something from the satchel at his waist, a smooth obsidian toy etched with runes. A pulse of power came off it, and her body reacted instantly.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Alpha Sly flicked his tongue and grinned, licking his lips at the sight of her firm breasts and pointed nipples, and eyeing her juicy, thick thighs. Jelnima looked up, silently praying to the moon goddess ''Oh Goddess, Oh Goddess.'' she sucked, trying to avoid her master's turtore. Tears of grief were flowing down her cheeks as she choked with sobs. "Please, send help my way to liberate me of this pain on dailies.." her limbs shook violently as she felt a warm wind touch her skin, as if her life was breathing. A gentle breeze over her body, almost stroking her back gently. *****

"Scarlett." ******