Ssbbw Ebony Novels & Stories

“It’s true that we planned this together. But Ebony had a part in it. We asked her what would be the best way to make someone stronger, she said through hardship. But you see, our packs are peaceful so we asked her again. She said to make them up. So Phase one was simple. Fuck you up and then fuck her up. Phase two is more about her. Phase three, it’s about the three of us. It’s always been this way. We were an inseparable bunch of weirdos, even when we were children.” I was jealous of how he remembered things I didn’t know. “So we were friends all of us, when we were children.” “Yes. For the plan to work, how many lives do you think we killed to regress to a time where I could change everyt

Ebony adds. I watch as she sits back down by Amani, which makes Haratio frown. I look at Travaina and can tell that he has come to the same conclusion as I have. “Ebony, is Haratio your mate?” I asked. She nods her head yes, then looks down. Haratio kneels in front of her, and I hear at least two other women squeal excitedly. “Little ice flower are you upset about this?” Haratio asked.

His tone was seductive, and I found myself leaning back against him. “Sienna.” I reply breathlessly. “Beautiful name for such a beautiful she-wolf.” He replies. I barely even noticed what he had said, assuming that it was a pet name. All I could think about was the heady scent of pinecones wafting around me, making me lose all other coherent thought. With each beat of the music, my heart rate seemed to escalate to match that of the tempo and with it my body heat. I was beginning to feel hot, really hot. And that scent. Where was that scent coming from.

Ebony complained without breath before she fell back on the chair. “Wow; that’s quite a lot pet peeves.” Grace said as she took the bottle of Fanta and opened it. “And you still want to marry him when you can’t stand him?” “It’s not like I can’t stand Konstantin; although his unique lifestyle and his terrible personality make him appear a difficult person and add he rarely gives a sincere smile, he actually has some adorable features.” Ebony replied as she opened the Pepsi and drank it slowly. “Like?” Grace asked as she leaned closer.

Ebony's voice was filled with joy. "Close your eyes," she said, her voice lilting with delight. "And imagine." I closed my eyes, my mind's eye filling with images of my wolf. I saw a massive, beautiful wolf, her fur as black as night, her eyes a fierce amber. "Ebony," I whispered, a smile spreading across my face. "You're magnificent." "Thank you, Otsana," Ebony said, her voice full of pride. "Now, are you ready to explore your powers?"

Even though pregnant Goddesses were in high demand around that place. Ebony was beautiful in a way Amber never would be. A natural beauty with no make up and zero fucking effort involved. Her black skin gleamed, her tight bronze curls bounced around her face, her tits were perky, her body the perfect shape. Her chest bulged, her waist narrowed, then flowed into thick thighs and a teardrop ass women paid to have. Ebony had been a loyal friend and tough competitor over the few years Amber had known her since she came to the club. She was also honest and didn’t tend to sugarcoat things. That was a refreshing change in a world full of fake, backstabbing bitches.

Sapphire felt a form of weird acceptance, even from this distance. “Okay, finally we have the eldest of your litter. Ebony. She’s the outdoorsy type, loving plants, and small animals. So, let’s find her a guy that enjoys hiking in the woods and long walks on the beach.” When they spoke of litters, they weren’t making light of a multiple birth. Shifters had multiple births.

Ebony cackled, “How’s that working out for you? You should be committed girl for not double dipping right now. You need your fucking head examined.” Ebony did partake in her wine. And she had so generously finished off the expensive bottle herself before she cut into her medium well steak and moaned liked she was just brought to orgasm. She’d ordered the most expensive things off the menu as Amber was paying. But it wasn’t like Amber couldn’t afford it now anyway.

Drey grins, "You and I will have fun together. I'll shape you into the Scarlett he wants, money-back guaranteed." "You mean literally shape me or actually shape me with plastic surgery? This real Scarlett is like size two, with boobs and ass. Both her thighs equal one of mine." She even has a thigh gap. "Don't worry, we'll work out a plan. No plastic surgery, everything would be au-naturale."

“Girls? Two girls? Can we trade them for boys when they hit their teens? And then maybe trade them back again when they’re thirty?” I burst into laughter, smacking his arm lightly. “Nice try, but no. That’s not how it works, King.” Caleb joins in, shaking his head at his brother’s antics. “He’s not entirely wrong, though. Look at Ebony.” King sighs heavily. “Exactly. Ebony is amazing, don’t get me wrong, but all those tears over finding the ‘perfect guy’—I don’t think I’ve recovered yet.” I laugh, picturing Ebony and Maz, the two older girls of the club who couldn’t be more different. While Ebony is dramatic and hopelessly romantic, Maz is the tomboy who spends her days tinkering with bikes