The Cuck Novelas e Histórias

he asked, lifting a skeptical eye. This was the part that I loved. When my husband would fuck the p**n sluts before me, my pussy melting with delight. It was like he was cuckolding me. Making me his cuckqueen. My pussy burned as Melody lunged at my husband, dragging Kassie with her. * * *

She trots down the hallway again, calling over her shoulder, "When the babysitter gets here, let her in!" I take a seat on the couch, laying Chance next to me. I pat his tummy and look around. There's really nothing that catches my eye. It's all normal things. Couches, end tables, a flat-screen TV hanging on the wall over a small entertainment center. The only piece that seems out of place is a corner shelf on the opposite side of the room. It appears to be made of spindles. It's obviously handmade and it's not the best craftsmanship I've ever seen, but it's clear it has sentimental value because of its prominent location. As if I'm not paying enough attention to him, Chance squeals at me.

Smiling at the crowd, I lifted the gift box in the air, saying, "You guys came to see the surprise, right?" I opened the box to reveal a small glass sculpture of a couple. It was Andrew and me. The two tiny figures were huddled close together, cradling a clock in their arms. The hour hand was pointing at the seventh hour. Intrigued by the gift, everyone started discussing it among themselves. "Oh, my! Mrs. Stone really put in a lot of effort. I'm sure it wasn't to make that." "They're such a loving couple. I'm so envious of them!"

Kayla asks with so much concerned laced in her voice. "I am okay monkey. I will be fine." I kiss her forehead and take the bowl of souls from her as l make my way to the kitchen. "Holy shit." I curse I had apparently bumped into a very moving wall cause there shouldn't be one and al, the hot soup had split on my tank top and l immediately pulled it off not paying attention to the wall that was infront of me only to realize when l heard a loud hissing of cursing the word f*ck before the loud clearing of throat which my mind heard as groan followed soot.

Its body lurched towards her so fast it was a blur, she raised her shield as Aren shouted “Layana! That’s a Crawler!” Kayden looked at him, his eyes shocked, those were beasts that were said to roam the forbidden lands - however, he had never ever seen one in person. “We’ll handle the crawler, Layana you focus on the riders,” he said furtively, right now their best chance was for them to focus on the Crawler. Layana nodded as Aren spun his sword,

“A cuckhold. You don’t know what a cuckhold is, Mom?” Caprice was giggling now as Tiziana Poletti was confused, waiting an explanation and her only daughter was about to deliver one which would make the woman need her prayer group. “A cuckhold is a man who gets off on his wife fu,” Delfina caught herself but not before Caprice noted it and snickered making Delfina’s grin hard to contain, “fooling around sexually with other men. Most men find the thought of it emasculating but a cuckhold doesn’t mind and even likes it. It can range from something as little as a woman threatening her partner to be intimate with others or for her to flaunt her infidelities or to watching it happen in real time

" The pendant my mother gave me, something I had cherished for a decade, had been handed over by Anna to my husband’s mistress. A deafening buzz filled my mind. The noise around me faded into nothingness. My face drained of color, and my lips trembled. "Give it back…" Like a madwoman, I lunged at Scarlett. "Give it back!!" She shrieked in alarm. "What’s so special about this worthless thing?! You act like it’s some kind of sacred treasure! "The rightful Mrs. Sterling gives her only daughter a cheap, low-quality trinket—why would I even want it?”

Raven's pov Chapter 3 — The Butcher Himself The red silk clung to me like a secret I didn’t ask to keep. Every step I took echoed through the marble-floored corridor of the old manor, my heels sharp like gunshots. The Vitali estate was as pretentious as I expected,dark stone, velvet drapes, and chandeliers that looked like they’d seen more blood than light. Fitting. This was the domain of the man they called The Butcher.

The day before the college entrance exam, the class belle everyone adored stepped onto the podium. "I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I couldn't bear to let you all miss this opportunity. There's a hidden rule in this year's college entrance exam system. If you soak your answer sheet, it'll be transferred for a special manual review by top universities." I froze, staring at her for a long while before finally blinking dumbly. In my previous life, those exact words had been enough to make someone as dull as me lose my composure for the first time in my life. I ran to get the teacher and stopped the entire class from soaking their answer sheets. In the end, the class belle failed the exam

The wedding was done. The dress was shown, the kiss was shared, and the vows were spoken. The guests cheered, oblivious to the silent cries of the bride. The beautiful ceremony masked the impending doom that she felt deep within her heart. The bird was once again caged by a master who wanted to show his prized possession to the underworld of the modern era. He paraded her around, flaunting her beauty and grace to the other greedy men who desperately wanted to hunt down that precious lady. She was a trophy in his eyes, a symbol of his power and status.