Space Ripper Stingy Eyes Novels & Stories

*The Broken Stones* Smoke curled between shattered pillars, carrying the metallic sting of blood. Crystal’s flames flickered weaker around her hands—her breathing ragged, but the battlefield gave her no mercy. Ryder’s golden eyes met hers across the battlefield. Then the ground quaked beneath them. A shadow beast lunged, its form blotting out the rising sun. Ryder’s wolf, Aiden, surged to the surface, tearing the creature apart in a spray of smoke and fluid. But even as it fell, more shadows spilled from the mist.

Chapter 12 They all turn wide eyes to me, including Rip, so I shrug, affecting an air of indifference. "What? It wasn't my fault she was easy." "You savage mother fucker!" It happens within the blink of an eye. Rip vaults up and tries to knock me out, but I throw the contents of my glass in his face. As he yelps, I punch him in the gut and he doubles up. I hold onto him and he mumbles in a pain-filled voice only I can hear. "You really are a motherfucker."

As a result, a tear slid down her eyes. After burying his cock deep inside her, he gave her a moment to adjust. His breathing heavy and uneven. When he felt her body relaxing against his shaft, he started moving his hips. One...two...three, stroke after stroke he jackhammered into her. Her body jostled against his powerful thrusts. Ryker wasn't satisfied, he wanted more. A vein popped in his neck, sweat trickled down his forehead. The man reached up, flattened his one palm against the ceiling, and started pounding into her with more vigor, striking her cervix. Her eyes clouded with tears. The bed creaked noisily and started jolting back and forth with his brute strength. His heavy balls smac

He smiled and I caught a glimpse of gold in his mouth. ‘You must be his hyna?’, his voice resembled, one of a frog. ‘I didn’t know spitfire was already into melanin sugars like you’, he said and I had totally lost my will to speak. He was walking closer to me and had a sneer fixed on his face. ‘The best way to get a guy is through his hyna’, he chuckled and I swallowed so hard my throat ached. Umm where was Beck, this dude was going to kill me I had closed my eyes in prayer of forgiveness when I heard a gunshot and a groan, then a loud thud.

"Rise up boy and show me your face." Upon hearing this, the young lad jerked his head up, showing his deep emerald, almond-shaped eyes and tanned skin. His squared jaw showed some bruises that link up to his upper lip. The leather garments he was wearing were full of dirt and sweat, showing some stains of blood that might have been from a wild animal he perhaps killed a few weeks ago. Some strands of his copper hair covered his forehead as he looked up. He was visibly trembling but still managed to speak. "Y-yes s-sire?"

I have been following the band since the start of the tour. They have no idea of this. Since none of them have seen me in a year or more they have no idea what I look like now. They are used to seeing me with bleach blonde hair. I stopped dying my hair and now I have my natural color which black and I have started wearing emerald green colored contacts to cover my natural dark hazel eyes. None of the band or security personnel have recognized me. I know the other night they spotted Cara and are watching her. That’s fine it keeps them from watching me. It’s funny because the other night I talked to Davis for like half an hour and he had no idea. I have seen the video and saw that chic

He tugged at my hair that was property packed, tossing the band elsewhere as my hair scattered all over my face and a few strands stuck to my sticky face. “ Ahn.” I gasped. He took no mercy, he splashed another of its content on my face. Some of them entered my eyes and I screamed from the burning sensation, I couldn't take it as I cried like a child. “ Ah.” I cried out. He instructed me to pull my eyes open, I looked at him in tears. “Pak!” He dashed me a slap across the face, he stared me straight into my eyes, he stood up, pulling me up my pony as he said,

“Stick close—this is gonna hurt.” Entities swarm from the rifts, shadowy beasts with glowing red eyes, claws like jagged knives, hissing Calix’s grudges from centuries ago. “Shit!” I yell, shadows tearing one, blood and ash spraying like a busted pipe. “Stay close, sunshine!” “I’m good!” Raymond says, light blasting one to ash, the air stinking of charred flesh, but he’s breathing heavy, sweat dripping. “Like the blade fight?” “Hell yeah,” I say, a claw grazing my arm, pain burning like fire. “Careful, damn it!”

Making me a moaning mess. "Rhyker!" I moaned, and I tugged his hair and pushed his head down on my slit, he grabbed my thighs for support, and he hungrily licks them. "Ah, shit!" I breathed heavily and my other hand wander toward my breast as he licked my slit. He lifted his head up and swatted my hand. "Don't fucking do that or I won't continue anymore." He smirked and continued on doing it, I let out sexual sounds as his lips latched on my slit while thrusting his fingers inside me. He slurped my cum and perfectly licked them.

"Is that all it is? Or are you just frustrated?" Rory shot him a dead-eyed stare. "Why don't you go find something to fuck instead of asking stupid questions? I’ll have Robin send in a few of the tougher girls for you. Maybe you won't snap them in half within five minutes." "That’s the plan," Ripley said, his smirk returning. "I need to wash the thought of that girl out of my head."