Novel & Cerita Taste Like War Book

I swallowed hard while trying to control this sudden hunger inside me, which was making me hungry like a fucking vampire's thrust for blood. "It must be..." She began saying but I cut her off by slamming my lips against her. They taste so sweet like sugar and strawberries, making me want to taste them again and again like a drug addict, the sudden hunger inside me began to disappear making me feel bliss and warmth settle inside my heart. Jesus Christ. I'm screwed. Author's Note:- Hey guys, DO leave your comments below and vote for the book. love you all, take care. I*:- S.n_nina_arthur

She's taking lessons from her mother. "Mengele" How the fuck do you tell your kid you're not reading her a bedtime story? "What do you want me to read?" Swear to fuck I'm gonna find my balls come tomorrow. That smile grew wider and she hopped down to go to her wall of books. She came back with a fucking tome. I looked at the cover and it did not look like light reading. "The fuwhat is this Gravity's Rainbow?" I read the back cover and got it. World War two Germany. "Catalina go grab a book." Just looking at the first paragraph was enough to make my eyes bleed.

Those bally breasts pointed at him, hungering for his touch, his kiss. She takes off her trouser, laying stank naked before him. She wasn’t shy. No, she can’t. He smirked evilly, like he was staring at the Jezebel of his time, hungrily wanting to devour her without minding if Ahab was watching them. The touch of his fingers on her skin ignited a spark in her stomach, causing an invisible goosebumps on her skin. Bella closed her eyes as gabriel’s fingers slowly moved across her face, tracing her lips as they continued down her neck.

I shake my head and move on. Walking to the wall where I saw the picture moving, I feel around. At first, it seems like an ordinary wall. But then, I realize there’s a slight separation between panels. This doesn’t seem right. Looking at the bookshelves close by, I begin to tip books up, looking for the strangest ones first, the most worn ones, the biggest ones. I pull on a book that says, “How to Win at War,” and I hear the creaking noise again.

I looked for a word to describe the book I had yet to finish. "Interesting." I finished off with a blush. I prayed mom wouldn't notice my now redden face. I should've left my hair down. She holds out the spoon and gestures for me to taste. I run a finger on the spoon, the sauce covers it. I draw it to my mouth and suck in the delicious sauce. "Hmmm." I moaned, sucking my finger.

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

I felt every ridge of his knuckles as he dragged the wet fingers against my wet entrance before bringing them up to my mouth. “Taste it.” “What!? What do you mean?” I scrunched my face in disgust. He chuckled softly and brought his wet fingers, glistening with my release, closer to my lips. “It tastes like life without torture. Very sweet. Taste it.” I hesitated for a second, then slowly opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue to taste it. “Mmmmm… I taste like a well-prepared meal,” I said, and Vee burst out laughing.

His gaze did not waver. "Well, I was hoping you’d burn." He taunted while smirking as he licked his lower lip and bit it. Blood trickled from his lower lip and for reasons I did not examine and did not dissect… I did not look away. It was oddly fascinating how his lips could look so tempting, coated in his blood. I wonder if he would look good bathed in his own blood. F*ck, I’m in trouble. War had already begun. And something far more dangerous than hatred had entered the battlefield.

It had only been two nights, but already the place felt less like a hideout and more like a slow, sprawling trap. His phone had two bars, barely. Still, when it rang, he answered before the second buzz. Harlow. “Took you long enough.” Her voice cut sharp. “Took you long enough to almost ruin your life.” “I thought we were past that.” “We’re not past anything, Riven. Your dick is still trending.” He leaned back against the wooden post, lips tugging into a smirk. “So it’s true what they say. Bad press is still press.” “This isn’t press. It’s war.”

" I grumbled while passing the champagne flute to my twin brothers, Aaron and Ivan. "Hope." Ivan grinned in answer to me and tried the champagne. "No sparkling wine can compete with champagne." Devouring the taste of the fine beverage, he was relaxed. "What's the new taste?" Aaron said, lost in thought and I noticed that he was looking at Chase. "What do you think of Whitfield?" I asked, tasting some delicious champagne. Ummm!!!! It tasted heaven. Ivan was correct. Nothing tastes better than champagne. "They are pretenders." Roy interrupted.