Novel & Cerita Stolen Tongues

Laura is positive that she could live for half a year without working just by selling the chest. Admiring its superior quality, she subconsciously traced the carvings down to a keyhole. Just like some sort of reflex, her hands made its way to the small key that’s hanging around her neck as a necklace, under her sleepwear. “Never, ever take this off.” She could still hear the echoes of Olivia’s voice in her head. It sounded like she’ll get discovered in no time once she loses it. Casting away all these thoughts, she takes off the necklace and uses the key to open the chest.

one of them stammered. The others followed in a chorus of panic, desperate to keep breathing. I looked back at Tigrão, still slumped in the chair. “You listening? I just stole your entire crew without firing a single bullet.” He glared up at me through blood-slicked eyes, face swollen, lip split open but still twitching. His breath wheezed through broken ribs. “You didn’t steal shit,” he spat, coughing. “Gringo filho da puta… You don’t know fuck about my world. I built these streets with blood, fed the rats that run ‘em, fucked the girls that crawl through ‘em. You’re nothing here.”

Lantern east, Harp had said friend or sermon. The horizon offered a pinprick that refused to sit still, bobbing with too much purpose for a fisherman, not patient enough for a pilgrim. “Signals,” Kade said. Jas had the shutter ready. I took the rail and the night in my eyes. The light out there blinked slow, then quick, then the old theft: short long short. “Our stolen tongue,” I murmured. “Either a friend with a memory or a thief with better ink.”

Not being able to hold him, kiss him, or hear his laughter was affecting her more than she wanted to admit. Distracted while cooking, she accidentally sliced her finger with the knife. As she tried to stop the blood, the food burned in the process. Everything felt off without Phillip around. Wrapping her finger in a napkin, she pressed it tightly to stop the bleeding. Just as she attempted to salvage what was left of her meal, her phone chimed with a message. It was from Collins: Hey, I have a plan to get Loveth back. I’ll call you later. I have an errand to run.

Her throat torn open and bleeding out. How close I came to losing her. Cassie slaps a wad of moss against the wound. "Go. Now." Liam's fangs close on my scruff. Move your ass or I'll lead. I toss Lyla from my thoughts. We leap the river in tandem, the rest of the pack following. Ice water sprays my belly. The rogue’s stink hits halfway across—wet fur and rancid meat. Acid coats my tongue. Liam falters. Blackwood?

My breath quickens and my hands grip the bed sheets. He places his hand over both of my thighs and pulls me closer to his face. Before I have the chance to say anything, I feel his tongue slide over my labia lips and my breath hitches. Stellan thrusts his tongue into my pussy, sucking on my inner lips. A moan escapes my mouth. He begins thrusting his tongue in and out of my pussy, tongue fucking me. I try to cover my mouth but it's useless as my moans echo in the room.

announced the Hazel Epsilon, "and I speak on behalf of my Alpha, Connor Herrick." "Let the coward speak for himself!" someone shouted. Dalziel's head snapped toward the voice. "Speak ill of him again, and you will have violence sooner than you want." Behind us, the violent screeching of metal exploded into the air. Sounds I couldn't quite describe for lack of experience, but one word would suffice: destruction. Dalziel's jaw clenched. He knew one word, too: stranded. "A surprise army. How serendipitously unfortunate for us."

me again in serious tone, stressing on every word “Ah… hmm.. NOooooo” I Replied only to receive a sharp dagger like stare from him when suddenly “SLICE IT” he simply said two word without taking his eyes of my face and after that what I saw will surely give me nightmares for years together, two of Ravan men’s hold one goon from those three goons who seemed like main or leader among them, he was the one who had initially hit me on my butt cheeks and abused me verbally also he was the one who had tried to choke me, his both arms were hold by one of Ravan bulky man along with his head in backward position whereas I saw one more man walking towards him who was having a arms length big thick kni

He couldn't move a single inch. "Let me go, you piece of trash!" Trevor screamed, his voice cracking as he clawed at my wrist. He was painting, sweat dripping down his temple. He turned so red, a tomato's got nothing on him. "You stole her! You stole my life, and you stole my girl!"