Novel & Cerita Spicy Chapters In King Of Wrath

Note: This chapter is dedicated to Phyllis Hills, umarfrhn, visitor1714 and Rose Parisien. Thanks to you guys for your support. I love you all. Chapter 46 Hael Moore. “No!” My roars blasted through space, rolling out in thick waves. The heavy impact made the ground tremble beneath my feet. The earth convulsed for a split second. Anger surged through my nerves. Raw. Deadly. Gory. Blinding. My eyes blazed red like magma. They fastened on the bastard's trembling pulse.

“I’ll never use a spell without knowing what it does—I swear—I swear—please—fuck—please!” Lust’s fingers dragged over my lips, his expression twisted with dark joy. “Lesson learned?” he asked, smiling cruelly. “Hmm?” “Yes!” I wailed. “Yes, I swear! I’ll never touch a spellbook again—I’ll do anything—just—please—” Wrath didn’t stop. He grabbed my legs and pushed them back even further, folding me completely, drilling into my cum-dripping hole with brutal force. My whole body was shaking—slick, raw, wrecked. And they loved it.

Ray. Ray's heat had never felt like this before. In the past, it was just days of pain and feeble attempts at curbing the worst of it through masturbation or medication and trying to Deal with the pain alone at Ricky's apartment without Leon knowing. But this… this was everything. There was no pain, just him and his alpha. His Brian Ray had spent all the years since his first heat alone. He’d never thought that anyone could make that hellish experience feel better, but Brian was erasing the agony of the searing blade that sliced at his insides and turning it in the opposite direction.

53 SPENCER I paced back and forth in my dimly lit room, frustration boiling in my veins. Sumel had been a fool. I had given him one simple order, and he had refused to obey. Anger surged through me like a wildfire, and I had unleashed my wrath upon him. Now, he was nothing more than a memory, scattered in the shadows. I wouldn’t be returning to the realm anymore, not with that weakness trailing behind me.

The people were shocked that we would blatantly defy the Alpha, the king of Bhakhil. “Live or die we fight.” I heard Ajani mumble to himself. Suddenly, “Live or Die we Fight!” Was yelled out from somewhere in the stadium. You could hear gasps and chattering. Then I smirked as I heard the first call of our chant, throwing my head over my shoulder and training my eyes on Vargr as the Gladiator slaves began chanting “ARGHOOH, ARGHOOH, ARGHOOH.” Repeatedly. The sound of them knocking their metal cups against the bars of the barracks could be heard loudly and clearly like a warrior's melody.

Amira's POV Fast as 0.01 seconds, I grab the glass of water in front of me and drink it leisurely. My mouth are steaming hot and it feels like crawling down to my throat. I gave Jasper a death glare who was laughing at me. He never told me the food are spicy. I stick out my tongue and pant for some air to release the spiciness from kimchi.

CHAPTER 21 WAR WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! “I-I don’t have a child” he exclaimed and vomited blood, his senses and rationality were back.

Then as I expected he took a big bite and chewed like savouring the taste but soon his expression changed. "What the fuck why is this cupcake spicy" he yelled while throwing his half cupcake back on a plate and grabbing his glass of soda and drinking it one gulp but he splashed it out of his mouth. "Why is this sod spicy too?" he yelled while looking at me in anger. I started laughing after looking at his red face. In anger, he stood up and took my glass of raspberry soda and drank it to lessen the burning sensation in his mouth but he immediately spilled it out. I had mixed chilli powder in it too.

“I am not dead. I am part of the core now. I am the core. And the core is eternal.” She turned to face me. And the core flared. I raised the dagger. “Then I will destroy you both.” --- END OF CHAPTER 38

LESSIE The altar burned beneath my back, stone cold and yet alive with magic that bit into my skin like fire. My wrists strained against the glowing chains, but every time I pulled, the runes tightened, searing me deeper. I screamed as the witch’s spell crawled through my veins, scorching from the inside out. Through the haze of pain, I caught sight of them. Dante. Kieran. They fought like men possessed, blades flashing, claws raking, fangs bared. My