Storyville Slayer Novels & Stories

I could fe‌el the‌ tension‍ in him, the kind of coiled energy that usually pr‌eceded a fight or‍ a disaster. He leaned in,​ his breath hot and sm‌elling of the bourbon‌ he'd​ be‌en nursin‍g. "Are yo​u sure y‌ou can h‍andle this, S⁠loane?" Hi⁠s voice wa‌s a l​ow, gr‌avelly vibrati⁠on against my ear. "These people don't play b​y rules. They're bo‌r‌ed‍, they're rich, and th‍ey're looking for something to break."

With my free hand, I adjust my cock, grin at Trig again, and pierce my gaze back into my little bird as I run the barrel of my gun over her tits, watching intently as her chest heaves hard. "Is that better?" I smirk, evil in my tone, but I can't help the peril spilling from my lips. "No, I don't want your gun on me at all. It scares me." "Would you rather my fucking knife?" Knowing Alec and Hudson were gunned down, I feel slightly bad for torturing her with my gun, but the intense pleasure I get from playing with her trumps the empathy and tells my conscience to fuck off. I am who I fucking am, and I can't fucking change that. I'm evil. I'm a fucking monster. I'm the devil's son in disguise.

I asked looking at the two men who came to pick Claire up when I sold her. "It's great you remember us but we are here for you this time" "What do you mean?" "I mean its time for you to pay for your sins"he sprayed something on my face and I immediately felt dizzy. "What?... what?"I slumped on the floor and blacked out. ZASHA'S POV "I already got the guys for the job"she told me. "Are you sure they're professionals?"I asked. "Very sure.We just need to look for the a perfect time to strike"

The girl had been obsessed with stalker romance books growing up and wanted one so bad, the only thing that could get her to cum was getting fucked in the dark by a man she did not know who treated her like a whore. Sue’s legs trembled excitedly. She showered twice, wanting to smell good when the predator arrived. She sent him the location she picked, a hotel room where she would splurge her savings and then slipped on a flimsy lingerie. She pulled on a coat and went down to the hotel. She did what he said, turned off the lights, took off her coat and climbed into bed, breathing heavily, waiting for him.

It splinters, leaving a nasty welt along his furry chest. “Bitch! I just want to be your friend…” His words spark a visceral moment. On my first day in Crescent City, pressed against my car by a handsome but cruel businessman from Sterling Inc. It was the first time Sly came to my rescue and easily the most violent moment I ever experienced in his presence so far.

Smith pulled out and painted my face with his load, marking me as the professor’s favorite slut one last time that night. As they unchained me, cum leaking from every hole, body marked with ruler welts, bite marks, and collar bruises, Victor leaned down and whispered hotly in my ear: “Seven days to prepare you for Langford, little queen. We’re going to ruin you so thoroughly that even he can’t break you.” I collapsed against the shelves, wrecked, owned, and buzzing with dark excitement. The game had just gotten deadlier. And I was already addicted to the rush.

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.

“Nathaniel killed these people! He enslaved their daughters and goddess knows what he did with their sons! He is a thief, a murderer and a-a-a-“ Rapist The word stuck in her throat, clogging it like cement until anything else she wanted to say died and she was left with that one word. But she couldn’t say it because saying it would make what happened that night all the more real. Chloe had found the ability to shove the dark memory down into the depths of her mind simply because there had been so much going on. Only a week ago Chloe was wolfless and certain that she was going to die as a slave in this hellhole. She doubted she would ever get to see one of the great human settlements they cal

The smoke disappeared into the air. The candles and incenses were lit on the table to create a flicker in the breeze blowing through the kitchen. She placed the crystals in the oven. Red for blood, fire, violence, health and danger. Orange for change and yellow for mourning. Black for evil and dark. She began stirring the crystals in the oven with a wooden spoon as she chanted a spell. The oven became so hot the spoon began to catch fire. She reached over to the sink and filled a glass with water. She propelled the glass of water onto the fire. The steam spelled out Slaughter Hill. The spell was completed.

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!