Romans & histoires Take Me To 6

Or do you take me? ‎ ‎

Before I could answer, a man’s voice cut through the haze. “God, you’re so perfect.” Another followed, deeper, hungrier. “Fuck, she feels good.” A different one again. Wait—how many were there? “Wanna make it six?” another voice said, breathless. “Stretch you perfectly.” My breath caught. Six ? I could hear her now—really hear her. The moans. The shudder in her breath. “Fuck yes,” the woman gasped. “I wanna take all of you.” Six.

"No one followed me, but someone must have discovered our plan. We get out on three." "What?" "One... two" "Set!" "Now," he says, and I pull open the car, moving out as fast as I can. "You said on three, that was on two" I argued. I could spot two figures; I recognized them; one was number four and the other was number six. I and number six had been brought in at almost the same time, but she never really liked me- maybe because I stole the spotlight most of the times, or maybe there was some other reasons that I just didn't care to know.

“No, you just told me you have six months to live, I’m still trying to process all of it and we haven’t even talked yet, I need to—“ “Go to Marlani, we have six months to get you to process this.”

I'm on my way to you. *****************************************

“Let me help you with that, Master Rowan.” “Wow. What is going on girl? Did Damon tell you?” Kael questions. “None that he ever mentioned to me.” “Here, bring this one and you get this one.” Madam Clara assigns Rowan bags to me and Kael to help take in. Sasha decides to bring her unwanted self out as we are heading inside. She runs into Rowan and tries to speak to him but Rowan passes by quickly after flashing her a breezing acknowledgement smile. “You are back, weakling,” she says to me, smirking.

I’ll pick you up by 6:00 PM. See you soon. Sebastian.

Slowly and steadily, I sauntered my way to room 366, to Lucas. Lucas be prepared. Too much lay in stock for you.

You must come back to me. *