Sparrow Miraculous นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I laid there for an hour before Gerald ordered his men to take me to the hospital. “She had a miscarriage. She needs all the rest she can get”. From my sleep, I heard the doctor’s voice. I opened my eyes and checked out for Gerald, luckily, he was nowhere in the room. It was my savior, Harrison. He looked disturbed as he spoke with the doctor. The doctor walked out and I slowly whispered his name, “Harry”. He held my hand softly and almost had tears in his eyes. “Mira, I am sorry. Gerald sent me here. I can’t believe he did this to you” he apologized.

I was rock hard, painfully so, straining against my sweatpants. “Fuck, baby…” I whispered to myself, eyes half-closed as I listened again. I kept replaying the last voice note she sent — the one where her moans got louder, sharper, and more desperate right before she came. The way her voice cracked at the end, that broken little cry… it was pure heaven. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Myles garbed a nervous smile as he held her gaze, “Good evening, your grace. We honestly got lost. We never knew your kids were here. If we knew, we’d never come. Besides, that bitchy spider had told them it was just a little mischievous crow. They had first wondered why the spider didn’t come for the eggs herself, but the spider told them that the poisonous vines would affect her, and even though she could fly, she couldn’t do that for long. She was a mutation in her species, and currently, the only one blessed to fly. That’s why she needed them for this task. If they had known it was an SSS-level crow they were going to steal from, would they fucking come here? The young dark-haired lady i

She made a small incision right above the bulge. ​From the open gap, a thick, grayish mucus flowed out, followed by the small head of a shiny white worm. It was already nearly the length of her hand, writhing wildly. ​Without hesitation, Sua grasped it with a clean cloth, then pulled slowly. The veins in her hands stood out with the effort. Rai, who was nearly holding his breath, stood up slowly, realizing that what he was witnessing was no ordinary task. It was the composure of an assassin… and the love of a daughter.