Space Ripper Stingy Eyes Novels & Stories

I gritted, wiping out the sweat from my face as it was rolling to my lips, red as if I had lipstick on. Well natural, don’t crush yet, wait for the full ingredient about a man with huge muscles, 6 abs..winks, with amber eyes, huh you feel it? Yeah, that Grey's beauty would be good in my arms bro! Not the damn Alpha Grey! “ I hear you grumble about a woman. I'm pretty sure I don’t have an issue with my eardrum right? oh fuck bro, you just broke the remaining ribs left in me. Damn, I can’t get up! Give me a lift.” Ray growl on the wood dusk net, the wrap looks so dirty and the cottage looks more like a donkey home.

I smirked. Then I started to slice the thin and long sword through the targets, making the cuts I wanted, where I wanted. And when I turned to them, they were still standing there, staring at me with that stupid gaze. "What is it?" "What?" They asked together, making me roll my eyes. "Look, we can hate each other and still have a conversation. So tell me, what is it? Why are you two staring at me as if I was an alien?" After sharing a gaze, they let their shoulders down.

I’m there a heartbeat later, palm to his chest, flame whispering. “Who sent you?” Up close, his eyes are wrong: faint rootwork under the cornea, like frost inverted. No answer. “Speak, or I’ll peel the quiet from your tongue.” A rasp, like paper tearing: “—ri—k.” Everything in me stills. “What?” The rogue tries again, puppet given one more line: “Ei… rik.” The name lands like a dropped blade. He smiles, chapped lips tearing. “Watching. Tasting.”

She asked stumbling over her words a bit as she became flustered. The man before her tilted his head to the side "Shhhina" He repeated her name his voice rolled it out like he was savoring the taste. "I'm Vix Ryker." He said and his hand reached out to her, Shina thought about stepping back she even tried to will herself to do it but her body didn't listen. His hand came up to cup her cheek and she leaned into it even when that weird zing shot through her check bone and down her neck.

“I struck his eyes with the spear first, because he looked at my baby with those evil filled eyes. And no one hurts what’s mine and goes Scot free.” “So, you don’t worry about his death. I took care of it already.”

When he is close enough Cancio tilts his head slightly “Maybe I should remove those eyes you set on my sister instead? For thinking the likes of you can dare to have her” “No- please- I don't even want her, father forced me to do it, I swear, I-” Rizzo cries as the knife comes closer to his right eye, a piercing scream fills the room as the blade goes in. My eyes set on the room, finger still on the trigger, should any of the old men decide to try something stupid. Blood splashes on Cancio as he withdraws the blade and stabs it into the other eye. The smell of piss fills the room, guess Rizzo lost control of his bladder then.

I stood there not sure what to do since my world seemed to be falling apart around me, with nothing or no one to help me catch the pieces. "What happened?" Renae asked and I looked up to see Spain not sure when he got this close, the heavy feeling on my chest continued to grow making it somewhat hard to breath as tears threatened to fall. "Drive-by," he announced and I took a step back resting against the receptionist desk as I felt my body growing weaker, the thought of being without her leaving me immobilized. My eyes fell landing on the blood on his shirt, the sight inflicting emotional pain onto me. I watched as he ran his hand over his face and it took me a couple of seconds to realize

Knight added a layer of complexity to the situation, leaving me feeling even more uncertain about accepting the ride. The tension in the air was palpable as Killian’s icy blue eyes bore into mine, devoid of any discernible emotion. A shiver ran down my spine involuntarily, his gaze casting an unsettling chill that seemed to freeze the atmosphere around us. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, neither of us made a move to break the silence, locked in a silent standoff that underscored the underlying tension between us.

After that, he forcefully pushed me against the wall, causing me to fall to my knees. My vision is starting to get hazy. I slowly lift my hands when I noticed something dripping on my head. When I realized what it was, I was filled with dread. Blood! My hands shook. I tried to rise but the man was quick enough to stop me. He grabbed my legs and began ripping my dress while muttering something vile. I tried to defend myself by biting his hand, but it only angered him. He slapped me again, and I tasted something metallic on my lips as a result.

His extremely lewd and perverted eyes and smile showed how happy he was. With each forceful thrust into her, her body trembled under him. Because she was no longer alert enough, her eyelids were heavy and could not be opened. Because her body was pressed tightly, she could only struggle weakly, but in pain. In Harvey's eyes, her appearance seemed to be inviting him.