Spike X Smolder Novels & Stories

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

In their warped realities, they’re fighting for survival against a monster. Their Class Abilities flare in the dark. Spark’s is water-based—sharp, pressurized jets that slice through the undergrowth. Marcus’s is fire—explosive bursts of orange and red that set the damp leaves smoldering. The clash is a chaotic light show of steam and embers. I don’t intervene. I can’t. Not in my current state. Two veterans at full power, even crazed, would shred me. I think. They were functional this afternoon. Arrogant, but coherent. The madness came with the night. It’s not random. There’s a trigger.

He unlocked his phone and opened the text. Unknown: Can we meet over a plate of spaghetti and meatballs? How did this person know his favorite is Spaghetti and meatballs when not even his sister or Malia knows. Spike: You wouldn't see my ass. Unknown: Not homo but I know you missed a shot on Khalil and that's why I need you. Spike was sad, he hated the fact that he missed that shot. Spike: 2pm st Gregory rerestaurant Unknown: Sharp! To block any messages and calls he placed his phone on airplane mode and closed his eyes to return back to sleep but sleep never came.

Con started talking to Spike like he was taunting him to come forward. "Do you think you can beat me, asshole? I've heard all about you. You're not so tough when you're bleeding, are you?" Spike still didn't say anything. He was watching Con's every move. When Con took a step forward about to strike again, that's when Spike moved his arm so fast that it looked like a blur. He had sliced both of Con's arms and a large slice on his chest. Con growled, clutching his arms and then his chest, his hands full of blood. He swung his arms in a crazy way, cutting into Spike's arms once again. It's like that's all he knew how to do – to take the arms away. Once the arms are gone, he could do the rest.

Starting to make friends. “Fuck off Spike!” Tucker shouts back just as loudly. Oh great, my aim of literally blending in isn’t going well. This Spike who looks just like his name, with spiky bleach blond hair and spikes through his ears stands up looking at Tucker. “Make me?” He smirks with a growl. “I’ll punch your fucking face in that your mouth won’t be able to say another word!” Tucker springs up and threateningly leans on the table.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for an answer. I leaned against my chair, watching the chaotic room on the screen, and replied calmly, "Don't panic, Ms. Miller. There's nothing poisonous in that wine. Didn't I tell you? It's a rare, 1945 Romanee-Chanti bottle I got at a recent auction. It's just that…" I paused, letting a hint of amusement creep into my tone. "That wine has been spiked with a super-potent aphrodisiac I got from a vet friend. It's the kind of stuff they use for breeding bulls.

Rachel shrieked and lunged at me, trying to snatch my phone. I sidestepped her and grabbed her wrist. With my other hand, I yanked open the zipper of her bag. With a clatter, everything inside spilled onto the floor. There was lipstick, a compact powder, a mirror… A small glass bottle rolled to my feet. There was a bit of pale yellow powder still inside. Rachel's face drained of all color as she lunged forward like a madwoman, trying to grab it. But I was faster. I stepped on the bottle and looked down at her coldly.

His eyes lit up when he saw her. “Well fuck me. The queen’s all alone.” Elena backed up against the headboard. “Jax said no one comes in here.” Spike closed the door behind him. “Jax ain’t here is he. And I’ve been dreaming about this tight pussy Jax had only to himself. Greedy motherfvker” He reached down and rubbed the front of his pants. “Just a quick one. He don’t gotta know.” “No.” Elena’s voice shook. She looked around for something, anything, anything she could use as a weapon. But nothing's close.

small talk? If I am not screaming your name then you can just leave." He paused for a second and there was this darkness in his eyes like I turned a switch on. His hand tangled in my hair as he used it to throw me on the bed. I turned around to see him unbutton his pants and I could see how hard he was and then he pulled them down and I was ready for it. He walked over to me and bent down to connect our lips again. He found his way down between my leg and lifted my right leg above his shoulder before he used his tongue against my bead causing my body to feel all types of emotions. I entangled my hand in his hair while his pace quicken bringing me to the edge as it didn't take long before my

My teammates were nice and that was the first good thing I encountered for the day. The girl with the curly blonde hair was Stacey Harrington. She is cheerful. Unlike me, she is very talkative. Talkative friends are a gift for people like me because they are a great help when expressing my ideas. Another girl was Phoebe Hawthorne. She was not that open but seemed cute and innocent. Her short hair suited her. Jake Sherwood is the big built guy in our team. He looks a bit rough and frightening but once he starts to talk he is cheerful and kind. Last but not least is the guy who is the centre of attention of most girls in the hall. Chris Summerville, a playful character with all the eyecatching