Novel & Cerita Smutty

He sniffed the scent of Violetta's body which became addictive, I don't know according to Smith it was a sweet scent that made him drunk. "I can recognize the mark in you, you won't understand because you're not a Werewolf," answered Smith. Violetta very annoyed, groaned with emotion when Smith said that. "As you wish, I don't care!" After saying that, Violetta immediately left there with an annoyed expression. Smith wasn't angry this time, he just smiled at her. Violetta's face looks very cute when she's angry. "Finally I found my mate," Smith muttered still where he was, looking at Violetta who had left him.

"I don't want a drink." Desire filled the suite, thick like a cloud surrounding and suffocating. I tried to recall Dr. Sams' words. Senses. I inhaled, yet my lungs wouldn't fill. The flames in the fireplace no longer crackled. The usual scent of tobacco didn't register. Apprehension gave way to alarm as I tried to keep myself composed. "A-Alton, we said...not until..."

I stuttered embarrassed Instead of Leon to stop he pulled off his pants leaving only his boxers He came close to me on the bed and removed my hands from my eyes My eye widen in embarrassment "I'm all yours why are you shy?" He smirk I blushed and hit him on his chest "You are shameful put on something" I hiccupped and he laughed He lower his head and looked at my hand on his chest I followed his gaze and saw my hand still on his chest I quickly retrieve it but he held it before I could withdraw it "What are...what are you doing" I flushed

he chortled. "Ow! It is a matter of life and death!" I uttered as I swiped the video call button. Once Adam accepted, I saw a messy-looking witch with some eye gunk popping out of his eyes. I scoffed at his squinting look and secretly took a picture. This is a perfect blackmail image, I could use it in the future.

We reach Alpha Tate’s office, and he invites Nathan and me inside. A man walks in with a tray of small glass cups and a bottle of whisky. ‘This is my Beta, Sam,' Alpha Tate says, introducing the guy with messy hair and a large stomach. Sam wears a sleeveless white shirt covered with some crumbs from the food he has eaten. His teeth are dirty, and it appears Sam has never made contact with a toothbrush. He also has a beard that still has remnants of food. He looks dirty and unkempt like the rest of the pack, and it seems only their Alpha is clean and tidy.

Meanwhile, Sumico Kammal didn’t want to be in the same car with her Brother Pete for the excuse that her Brother Pete hadn’t taken a bath so that the scent of tropical fruits could still be smelt from his body. “You obviously know that I don’t have time to take a bath again this morning, Sumico Baby…” tweeted Pete Jupiter in his disappointment. “That’s okay, Brother Pete… I won’t urge you; I won’t force you to take a bath as soon as possible. Yet, please understand my condition as well. I really can’t stand that tropical fruits scent from your body. I’ve got headache after smelling it and thus that will certainly ruin my focus as well as concentration. At this rate, I don’t think I can go on

"I didn't cause you any harm, and I was only trying to help you. I'm curious why you're avoiding me to this extent." Sammy spoke with tension in his voice, not noticing Mitch's face, which had lost its color. Now, with each movement he made, pheromones were flowing from him. With the pressure of having his breath caught as if choking, Mitch couldn't understand what Sammy was saying. What's wrong with me? He had been sensitive to smells since morning, but this was on a different level. Something in his body was definitely wrong. It felt like his stomach was turning inside out.

You could take the boy from the farm, but not the farm from the boy, he thought with wry amusement. “That should…” Cameron jumped back suddenly as the tap squirted, spraying out mud. It splattered over Cameron’s legs and torso. “I’m so not sucking you off after that mud bath,” Rhett pulled a face. The mud stank. “Smells like…” He made a gagging sound with his tongue out. “Something did a shit, died, and rotted into the shit.”

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.

“It turns out my life is less exciting without you in it.” “I do have a talent for mischief or so I have been told.” “I know.” There was a distinct meow. Aubrey reached into her bag and pulled out a small black kitten. It was one of Nettie’s offspring. The one Aubrey had absurdly named Mayhem. “I know you said that you don’t want to get another familiar,” Aubrey explained. “I thought you might like a pet.” Callie eyed the black kitten warily. “Nobody wanted to take him?”