Sweetheart Killer Mga Nobela at Kwento

Miranda's Point of View "Everyone, tonight we'll burn the wicked and jealous Luna who killed the Alpha's only heir," the pack's Seer announced. I shook my head desperately in disagreement. "I didn't—I didn't kill anyone." I tried to defend myself, but no one was listening to me. Everyone was just screaming: "We must kill her!" "She must pay for killing the Alpha's only heir!" "What a wicked and jealous queen!" "She's a taboo to our pack!"

I fuck her harder until I feel the thin line separating my dick from my fingers. I pound my fingers in, lubing her with her own juices, slapping her thighs and ass for good measure because it gets her so fucking wet and paints the best erotic picture I’ve ever seen. Then, the most beautiful thing happens when she cums. Her eyes meet mine and she screams. It’s not a sound. It’s my name. I kiss it out of her lips as I keep my unhinged rhythm, then I wrench my mouth from her. “I’m going to fuck your ass now, Sweetness.”

For him, it is impossible to live without her. Hera is moved. Slowly but steadily he is occupying every single inch of her heart, and she is letting him do it gladly. "Did anyone ever say that you are so sweet?" she whispered. He let out a breathy chuckle at her question. In their line of work, no one is sweet. You cannot be called a sweet man when you are holding a gun and killing people. "I never know I can be sweet to anyone baby girl. Only you get to see this side of me" he replied.

Winning against him as always. In front of him, He is such a good caring brother. But deep inside. He also hates him to the core of his heart, just like he does! He is a silent killer, a sweet knife. Who kills slowly and painfully. And with a sweet smile. He can be a sweet, a traitor in front of his enemy, while at the same time he can backstab the person. All he wants is to defeat Jayden, nothing else!

His hand slid between her thighs, his fingers immediately finding her slick, dripping pussy. "You are already incredibly horny too, aren't you, Sweetness?" he murmured with satisfaction. Elara bit her lower lip, ignoring the teasing question. Instead, she let out a shaky, heated breath and aligned her wet heat right over the blunt tip of his thick, throbbing dick. She began to slowly sink down, teasing them both, but Killian’s patience was already gone. His smirk widened, and with a sudden, powerful upward thrust of his hips, he buried his thick length fully inside her in one slick motion.

Ezekiel kissed my inner thighs softly, then looked up at me with a satisfied, hungry smile, his lips and chin glistening with my arousal. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he murmured, his voice rough. I could barely speak, still trying to catch my breath, my body buzzing with aftershocks. Ezekiel kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine, letting me taste myself on him. The flavor was musky, slightly sweet, and strangely erotic. When he pulled back, he pressed his thumb over my swollen lips, eyes dark with lust. “See how good you taste?” he asked, voice low and rough.

I shouldn’t be thinking about her, I scolded myself. I opened a random page in the magazine and my fingers clutched the pages tightly. There she was, Kimberly Sweeten, wearing the dress I bought her for Valentine's Day last year with my brother clutching her waist from behind. The headline read; ~~ KIMBERLY SWEETEN, AMERICA'S SWEETHEART, TRADED IN MAXIMILIAN McTAVISH FOR HIS YOUNGER BROTHER ASHER McTAVISH. ~~

His cock was straining inside his boxers. He inserted another finger, and she cried aloud as her orgasm blasted through her. He kept pumping, wanting her pain to vanish. Then, supporting her body on her elbows, she rose and, gripping his shirt, pulled him up to her face and planted her lips on his. Oh, goddess. She always tasted divine. Sweet had never been his favorite, but after tasting her, it became his obsession—she was always as sweet as honey. She kissed him with so much passion. Killian closed his eyes in pleasure. He pressed his lips to hers, sucking them into his mouth. He devoured her lips like a hungry beast, as if she were his last meal.

“Liam you don’t understand, you have to think clearly. The man who killed your parents is almost dead and is counting on his last breaths. His two right hands were executed by you yourself. Don’t you think it’s enough?” “No it’s not enough!” he shouted and then buried his face in his palms. “Are you crying?” I asked in astonishment. Oh my God, he was actually crying. Liam Lautner was crying. “I should call Cassie” “No wait, don’t tell her that her Mafia husband is weeping like a kid demanding for an ice cream” he chuckled and wiped his tears. “Look Liam, you are one of the luckiest persons on earth. You’ve got Cassie beside you as your wife. You should be very thankful to God.” He held his h

I scanned for my charger and it’s not there. This night can’t get any worse. I peeped inside the kitchen and saw him starting to cook. “Kai, can I borrow your charger? I need to text someone but my battery is dead.” I asked. “Sure, try to look inside my bag.” And so I did. But surprisingly, we didn’t have the same phone. He’s using IPhone while mine is Samsung. “Did you find it?” “Yeah but, I can’t use it. I’m using Samsung.” I answered.