Temptation Ivy Smoak Novels & Stories

I was known for making people sweat bullets. When I finally dismissed her, she thanked me for the chance and even had the guts to hold out her hand. I just glared at it until she pulled back and walked out. Simon smirked. “You have to admit, the kid’s got guts.” “A little too much for her own good,” I muttered. By the time interviews wrapped, it was nearly ten at night. I still had piles of work to handle, not to mention the impossible task of finding an assistant who wouldn’t run for the hills.

Pathetic. I entered the condo and quickly unbuttoned my shirt. Then without wasting another second, I walked straight toward the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Tonight, I needed something strong to knock me out, or atleast, drown my thoughts. I poured myself a glass filled with ice cubes and drank everything in a gulp. The burning sensation slid down my throat instantly, but it did nothing to calm the chaos in my head. Anna was still there inside my head. I poured another glass. And another, and another. And before I knew it, the bottle was empty.

Hope looked at her and said, "I believe that good people, even if they do not have good karma, at least they will always have an open heart and will not be disturbed by nightmares when they return to their dreams at midnight." Marisa Darcyhooked her lips and smiled with contempt, and at that moment, her men suddenly reported at the door that Ivy Smith had arrived. "I knew it, the good show is going on to the key moment, how can she leave? Bring her in." In a short time, Ivy Smith, whose eyes were covered with black cloth, was escorted into the house by two men, and after pulling off the black cloth, They men disappeared outside the door again. After seeing the room, Ivy Smith was not surpris

Red sat on the rooftop, the night air cool against his face as he leaned against the railing, the smoke from his cigarette curling into the sky. The club below hummed with the quiet sound of leftover music and murmured conversations, but up here, it was just the sharp edge of solitude. He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke fade into the night. Ivy stepped onto the roof, her heels clicking against the concrete as she approached. Her figure was framed by the faint city lights behind her, her silhouette cutting through the darkness. She leaned against the railing beside him, a slight smile on her face.

Then the lime and salt. “Okay, lets go.” Ivy looks at me wearily and takes her shot in hand with her lime and salt on her hand. “Okay women, lick, shoot and suck!” She yells and I take mine right away. Slamming down the glass and pour one more. “Selene.” Samira touches my hand. I look at her and blink away to tear in my eye.

I caught him before he could make any such move. “Something is missing,” I mumbled under my breath, my eyes were trailing up and down to find the missing thing. A sinister smile appeared on my lips when I found it and the pure terror came across his sweaty, bloody, all messed up face as he realized my intentions. “Slit a cut over his abdomen, I want his entrails to slowly come out so I could draw them,”

"There's no wedding reception. It's only the second time I've been there but there's no dinner. I guess even vampires think that feeding after a wedding is not appropriate. Basically, we just dance and have a good time and act like mortals. Men smoke cigars. " "Cigars?" "Huge cigarettes." She tormented to Renz. "I didn't know you could smoke." "Oh, it's not tobacco. It's dried moonflower." "Moonflower?" The man washed his face with his palm. "You have so many questions. When will it end? And I also thought, you're not afraid of vampires? Why did you feel like crying earlier?" "You are so making that up." She breathed deeply. "All right, I admit, I became a little worried. I've never seen suc

"The synthesis isn't stable! If you break it now, the explosion will—" "I don't care," Ivy said, stepping toward the spiderwebbed glass. She looked at the face inside—the man who was both her daughter and her lover, the new species of obsession. "Dante told me once that he would burn the world for me. I think it’s time I returned the favor." Ivy didn't use the key to unlock the door. She used the heavy iron hilt to strike the center of the spiderweb. The sound wasn't a crash. It was a roar.

Teasing and darting my tongue in and out while my hands were looking to take control and my cock was dying to enter her sweet pussy. It wasn't what I'd had in mind for the Prom, but just having her in my arms was incredible, and trying to make this moment last for a few seconds more wasn't going to happen. Especially because I knew that any mo-ment if there was a drink spilled or if there was some fucking emergency the janitor would come in and get supplies from his closet. I didn't want to stop until I'd accomplished the one thing that we needed to do right now and that was to come.

Charlotte stood up on wobbly legs and made her way to the bathroom and shutting the door behind her, she removed her clothes before sinking into the bath with a contented sigh. Returning from the bathroom, she found Samael standing at the window with his back to her as he sipped from a glass. She stood watching him, her eyes roaming over his muscular form barely concealed under his dark gray suit. "Enjoying the view?", his deep voice broke the silence, disrupting her thoughts as he turned to face her, his lips curled up in a seductive smile. She didn't reply but gazed back at him as goosebumps broke out on her arms and a familiar warmth formed between her legs. Before she knew it, Samael had