Sneak 100 Novels & Stories

"Who?" "The Millennium Dreams!"

Sophia Kellen. Robel lets out a horrible laugh.

He then leans in and whispers, “You're not getting away with that little snicker.” With an innocent gaze, I assure him, “I haven't done anything wrong.” Neo leans in close, his voice barely a whisper as he teasingly remarks, “Don't even try to fool us with that innocent look, sweetheart. We all see through it, knowing very well that you're far from innocent. If you're hoping for some dick tonight, I suggest you show some proper behavior.” With a mischievous smirk, he slowly retreats, leaving me with a lingering sense of anticipation, causing a soft whimper to escape my lips.

The adrenaline surges within me as we draw closer to putting the pieces together, each detail becoming a lifeline in this tense game of survival. "Alright, if we can reach the alley, there's a loose drain cover around there. Maybe it will lead down into the underground passage, and we can slip away toward the beach covertly," Sven proposed, his eyes darting nervously as he scanned the images they haphazardly drew in a matter of minutes.

Oma's POV. I walked down the stairs into the underground hideout of snake. I entered a poor lit pathway that smelt of sewage, the light bulbs flickered off and on as the insects around it buzzed. I kept walking straight, towards the end of the tunnel covered in a long, thick cloak that made it impossible to make out my stature, face, hair and complexion. Snake, a mercenary for hire had been one of my good friends while I trained to join the army, he created this underground channel to interact with his customers.

He chuckles with his hand sliding under my dress, feeling the softness of my core through the thin fabric. “Then why are you already wet for me, Miss Irwin?” From the mirror I can see him unzip his pants, slowly rubbing his now-set-free big thing against my hip through the dress. But only I can see it; he looks 100% well-dressed from the outside, just like a normal sweet boy snuggling up to his gal, and we look just like a normal sweet couple. It’s our little secret, after a series of secrets that only we two can get. I don’t want to admit, but surprisingly, the sense of forbidden-ness makes me a little excited.

“Have you ever imagined how I was able to beat the Special Military Squad at the Hilltop Bar within ten minutes? I can assure you that the security at the Walter International Conglomerates would not pose a threat to me.” She paused, and looked at the CEO, who was speechless, and continued, “Let me inform you of this. You will take part in a Perfumery Competition tomorrow. Right?” Now, Alfred’s eyes shone brightly, as though they would pop out of their sockets. Then, Hazel laughed sarcastically, and asked again, “If I can unravel the secret behind your sinus, and nasal disorder…”

The perfect dress, legitimate pearl hoops, and high-end tights all included to the suggestion, since underneath that well thought out camouflage stowed away a exceptionally provocative lioness and he expecting to make her purr. He slid his situate back, giving her more room. His free hand lifted her skirt, his fingers following the fragile line of her fasteners. So totally fucking ladylike. “Do you like doing that to me?” She murmured pleasingly, the resonation traveling through his cock and vibrating his balls. His fingers followed the crease of her ass, slipping over the silk of her undies until he found the clammy warm of her pussy. “You’re wet.” He pushed the texture aside and prodded he

She spoke rapidly and I furrowed my brows. "What are you going on about?" Sienna took a step back and looked at me seriously. "It's better I show you than tell you." She said, her heart pounding harder and I frowned as her hands went around her neck as she whispered something, only for a necklace to materialise from nowhere. Ok. I didn't know she wore an invisible necklace. She took off her necklace and threw it aside without breaking eye contact with me. My breath hitched momentarily. Her strong, intoxicating scent swirled around me heavily, almost knocking the senses out of me.

I said, turning back to my unpacking. Twenty minutes later I walked out of the closet to grab another suitcase and stopped short because Adrian had stripped off his shirt and was heading toward the bathroom, all broad shoulders and defined muscles that I absolutely did not want to notice. He caught me staring and smirked. "See something you like?" "Please," I said, rolling my eyes and grabbing my suitcase. "Don't flatter yourself." "You were staring," Adrian pointed out, leaning against the doorframe in a way that made his abs more visible and I hated that I noticed.