Novelas y relatos de Sunkissed

Demetrius commented casually beside me while reading his book. "This doesn't make any sense, I used to love coming here, now it feels like the worst place in earth." Demetrius chuckled. "The high life Sophia, it changes you." "I haven't changed." I muttered, folding my arms and looking at the terrain before me - well as much of it as I could see. "I'm going for a swim." I sighed when I knew there was no chance I would be able to observe the beautiful sunset from where I was and proceeded to take off my foral sundress.

He let his two feet submerged in the water, while he was busy snapping here and there. Sazkia's body shivered, all the hair on her neck stood on end. She could hardly believe that he was human. She could only see that he was a boy but his face could not be seen clearly because the fog still enveloped the surrounding nature. For a moment she turned her face in another direction, people said that if he was a ghost, that figure would disappear shortly after looking away or blinking. Once again Sazkia looked at the large stone that the man had used and yes, no one was sitting there. Sazkia immediately ran towards the embankment of the river, and immediately she left the haunted place where a mal

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD. Juicy dumped the bundle into the first washer and when her arms were free she covered her face with her hands. 'I AM in a vegetative state. I got hit in the head, I was in a coma and I'm no longer of sound mind and body.' Juicy began to pace. Absently she adjusted her bra. Her left breast felt full and sensitive from Troy's attention. Juicy closed her eyes and covered her breasts with the palms of her hands. But Lordie did he know how to work on some titties, not to mention making her cum like that. What man had ever wanted to kiss her for nearly an hour?

*** Carella sits in her garden, parking her foot on the adge of the bench as she held her knees close to her chest. Her sun glasses were off and her lips were graced with a warm smile as she closed her eyes and let the night wind gently carres her face. She felt a cold glass getting pressed against the back of her hand and her smile grew wider. She let her legs swing down as she sat up and took the glass for Marks' hand. She didn't have to ask who it is to know the person that came baring a glass of orange juice. With her eyes still closed, she leaned back on the bench and enjoyed the silence.

Kasunod no'n ay parang bata siyang binuhat at pina-upo sa kandungan nito. Tila uhaw na uhaw ang lalaki sa kanyang dibdib na kahit may suot pa siyang brassiere ay patuloy pa rin ang labi nito sa pagpapaulan ng halik. Ramdam niya ang pagkabuhay ng init nito sa katawan dahil sa umbok sa pagitan ng hita, kung saan siya naka-upo. Pag-unhook ng suot na bra ang sunod na ginawa nito at dahan-dahang ibinaba ang strap habang hindi inilalayo ang mata sa kanyang katawan.

Promise. Suzie pitched forward, aware of the pain in her bare knees as they hit the ground. Her vision was blurring even more, the meadow in front of her becoming like a magic carpet ride she would take to dreamland—except she was already there, wasn’t she? Oh, this was so confusing, and she didn’t have the energy to try and work it out. Suzie yawned. The longest, loudest yawn she’d ever done.

A small school of silver fish flitted across the sand before disappearing from my sight. Bastian floated next to me, sitting on his own board as he looked at the horizon. The sun was coming up gold and setting the sky aflame. I gasped. It was magical to be out here, floating with my feet in the water as the sun came up. Just as the last inches of the giant ball of light left the horizon, he leaned over and kissed me. I closed my eyes, feeling his warm tongue and tasting the salt of the ocean while the sun heated my skin. No, this is heaven, I decided, losing the rest of my thoughts to his gentle lips and tongue.

As soon as we get out of the hot tub, we don’t bother to put our wet bathing suits back on. It would be too difficult to get back into them, especially my bottoms, so we just wrap up in big, fluffy towels, and Braxton guides me over to a large chair where we can sit together, his arms around me, my legs over his. I gaze up at the stars, breathing in his scent. He smells so good, I can’t help but nuzzle my nose up to his face. The scent of deep woods and his natural musk make my skin light on fire again, my heartbeat racing.

Some scars you wear on your skin. Others you hide in your heart. Tessa Morgan never imagined her life would become a cage of hushed apologies and hidden bruises. Once an aspiring artist, now she survives each day under the cruel control of Marcus Reynolds—a man whose love turned to ownership. But when fate throws her into the path of Ryder Bishop, Vice President of the Hellfire MC, she glimpses a chance at freedom she'd thought lost forever. With danger closing in and desire growing stronger, Tessa must decide: stay in the chains she knows, or trust the outlaw who could set her free. But Marcus isn't letting go—and neither are his secrets. In a world where loyalty can kill and

"Hey, Sardines." Tracing the cheery voice, I found myself staring at a woman who seemed like she was auditioning for a rock and roll movie from the early 2000’s; the red streaks in her light brown hair, matching the red shade of her lipstick, with her grey crop top adorned with a big, lettered writing of: funk it up bitches. But on taking a closer look at her face, I was met with strikingly siAmayar features with that of Dove.