Tempesterotica Romane & Geschichten

Devon called me and I looked at him but I don’t want to come close to him or I don’t want him to come close to me. “It’s alright dear… you’re okay now,” Luna told me while looking at me and she took a bottle of oil to her altar and opened it. She came near me and said… “Everything is fine,” She said and she put the bottle of oil that she was holding near my nose and made me inhale it. She whispered a prayer while staring at me. The aroma of the oil smells like jasmine with a mint on it. I inhaled it and in an instant, I passed out.

"It's too late for Emma, but you can still get away from my hell." She was gone before Olivia could find words. Olivia stared at the flames and felt tears begin to build. She wiped at them and then anger replaced the hurt and she spun around and set out to find Cass. She stormed up the stairs and followed the sound of the running water. She shoved the door open and for the second time that night, she couldn't find words. Her anger vapourised, and something inside her body shifted completely. Fear, ultimate, nausiating fear built in her and she clamped a hand over her mouth before she could call out.

/ [I see as much as your cameras do. Suddenly, she felt the slightest tremor. "Tadashi, did you feel that?" "Mm." They stayed on high alert. The tremors happened a few more times with short random intervals in between. /Eh? Is it just me or is the remperature rising?/ [It's rising! Heat waves! The ground is giving off heat waves! Spiders caught in it are cooked and swallowed! Your cameras can't see the distortions in the dark!] "Tadashi, we should go." She piloted away as she warned him, trusting him to follow her immediately, which he did.

I watched his face contort as he tried to maintain his compusure. "Father?" Sister Margaret's voice cut through the silence. "Are you alright?" He blinked, shaking his head, not realising he had gone silent for a second. "Yes—yes, I'm fine. Just a bit lightheaded… ghe heat, perhaps." "It is warm today," she agreed, nodding her head with a small smile. I touched myself, my finger circling my clit. His eyes tracked the movement, his chest rising and falling faster in response.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Her voice cracked with pure hysteria as she ripped the IV needle out of her arm. Blood dripped down her skin instantly. My heart slammed hard against my ribs. “Jessica, calm down—” “YOU MONSTER!” She scrambled backward across the bed, breathing wildly, her eyes filled with rage. And in that exact moment, I realized things were about to get really, really ugly.

My Tormentor Is My Lover Copyright © 2025, A. Gupta. All Rights Reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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It must be funny. “ You really have a death wish, ” Elyna can’t hold herself anymore. This guy is totally some psycho and bullshit. “ Wooo… Now I’m get to see some crazy bitch of Elyna, ” Adryan pretended to be scared. Then he laughing so hard. Elyna already reach her limits. “ You bastard!, ” Elyna shouting out loud as she feel really angry and can’t control herself anymore. “ Found you. ” Suddenly, there is a man with scary face that full of snake and other shape tattoos appeared in front of them.

His desire had come to its peak, and it demanded immediate completion. The erotic sound from the two lips met filling the room. To those who are romantically intoxicated, it sounds more like a string of beautiful music. Green's neck has been filled with the exquisite work created by Langit Danendra Adyaksa, as well as his blood-red chest from the wife's lustful embrace. "Brother..,emhhhh." Green mooed, Langit gave Green a short pause to breathe as much oxygen as she could. "Three rounds, yes," said Langit as he flicked his eyes.

It would be like having an aperitif. Yes, that's right, an aperitif before dinner! What stronzo (asshole*) would have anything against an aperitif? "What happened to your other chef? "He's bedridden. Stronzo (asshole*) has a skin infection, apparently shingles. He told me about chicken pox, but frankly, I don't care. All I care about is who was going to feed my VIPs." The doors open again and reveal a gigantic casino. In the center of the tables of games, strippers make the show on bars of pole dance arranged.