Sweeney Todd Novels & Stories

The door chimed. I looked up. Theo. Tall, clean-shaven, wearing the same navy coat he had since college. Carrying a paper bag from the bakery down the street, my favourite almond croissants, I could smell them from here. He smiled reluctantly, hopeful, like he was testing if the door still opened for him. “Rowan?” My stomach dropped through the floor. Calder straightened behind the cooler. I felt the shift in him before I saw it… shoulders rolling forward, nostrils flaring, low growl so quiet only I could hear it. His eyes locked on Theo. Gold. Blazing.

"His creditors came knocking. They told me I had to offer up something I loved so dear as collateral until the debt is repaid, or they'd bury us. You're our currency, Roxanne." A dry, hysterical laugh forced its way out of my throat. I looked from Kevin's smug face up to Richard's cold eyes. "Something you love so dear?" I choked out, a tearful, mocking smirk cutting through my panic. "You are a fat, pathetic liar straight from the pit of hell, Kelvin! Since when did I ever become something you valued, other than a goddamn money machine?!" Kelvin’s face turned purple with rage. "You little piece of shit!"

You cant be serious" Sandra said holding her towel more firmly "Of course i am serious dear friend, i understand you couldn't bath well because of the accident but i jasmine volunteer to help you bath" "No..no.. I will do the bathing myself" Sandra said quickly "No, i volunteer" jasmine insisted and drag her towel down, revealing her b**bs "Wow, they're pretty small compared to mine" she grin staring at sandra's b**bs "go away womanwhore" sandra shouted and entered the bath tub completely Jasmine chuckled at her friend's childishness

“Why were you in there so long? Women and their rituals. And when you come out, it’s still the same face. Nothing changed. Tsk.” “You’re such a crybaby, Sir Sven! You talk too much. Let’s go!” ... Sven Dione “crybaby” Tan. Claim him now, folks! For FREE!

"You look very pretty tonight, Lem. Your face is turning red." "It is just hot in here," I say. "I have a big secret, Lem," Theo says. "My head goes too fast sometimes because of the mafia wars. I forget my medicine. That is why I was wild at the orchard market stall." "Oh," I say. "That makes sense. You were acting like a bad wolf." "I want to be your good wolf," Theo says. He touches my fingers. "The waiter Tommy Fairchild is coming with the papers," I say.

It already happened, but I still wished it didn’t happen tonight. “You are not. I thought what we had was something special, but I was wrong. I was wrong to trust you again. You used me. Jesus Christ, Harry, you are the shallowest woman I’ve ever met. Of all the things you would sell out was all about us—the only thing left that hadn’t been out to the public.” You used me. My heart turned to ice. “I didn’t write your name.” “People are not so damn stupid, Harriet. Let me guess, your story is entitled Sindy Kate, isn’t it?”

"get out of here, we are here for Raymond. why did you bring her here? seemingly, the girl was derived and not welcomed but she still swallowed Down the wine, not revealing any rage. then she lean in Todd arms as if she was boneless. it was known that todd was a playboy. his face was evil, but yet attractive. plus, he was willing to spend money on women. so, there were always women bustling around him, but no one would ever last over three months. even so, a variety of pretty girls wanted to hook him up.

Christina’s head fell back, a broken cry escaping her lips as he circled her most sensitive spot with the tip of his tongue, teasing, flicking, then sucking gently until her hips bucked against his mouth. He held her thighs apart with strong hands, thumbs stroking the soft skin as he devoured her. Long, languid licks that made her toes curl inside her shoes . Deep, plunging strokes that fucked her with his tongue until she was dripping down his chin. He hummed against her, the vibration shooting straight to her core, and she clawed at the desk, knocking over a golden crucifix that clattered forgotten to the marble floor. “More,” she begged, voice wrecked. “Please, John—don’t stop—”

The storm kept hammering the windows but it did nothing to cover the wet sticky sounds my ass made sliding up and down his length, my heavy tits jiggling inside the damp tank top with every filthy roll of my hips. Marcus groaned deep and rough right against the back of my neck, his hot breath sending shivers straight down my spine as his big hand slid up under my tank top and grabbed one of my heavy tits hard, squeezing the soft sweaty flesh like he was testing how full it felt tonight. “Mmm fuck, Sandra,” he muttered, voice all thick and sleepy but getting that hungry edge, his fingers digging into my tit meat as he kneaded it rough. “Your tits feel so goddamn heavy and soft right now, baby