The Duff の小説・ストーリー

(FLASHBACK) We were going for lunch after our hectic shoot, "Oh, My God, You literally made her feel out of place." Aurora chuckled, "What are you saying? Who?" "Miss Duff," I furrowed, "Who is Miss Duff?" "Oh! Come on, Darius. I am talking about the one and only Rubel." "Oh... What did I do with her?" She trailed her nails on my jawline, "You told her to hold those things and, when she didn't, you made her sit in the corner." She laughed,

Duke fucked her through it, then pulled out and painted her ass and back with another load of hot cum. By the time he finally let her catch her breath, Mia was a messy, marked-up, thoroughly satisfied wreck—covered in grease, sweat, and Daddy’s cum. “Stay right there,” Duke said with a wicked grin, grabbing a rag. “Let me clean you up a little… then we’ll talk about payment for the full service.”

Come on, I'm not gonna give myself to a broke gentleman especially when it's my first time, and tonight I don't want some soft caring guy, no. I want it hard and rough, I want him to be relentless with me in every way possible. It's not like I'm some soft kind of a girl anyway. Also, Tara mentioned the harder the fuck the hotter it will be. She has the experience and I'm positive that she knows this stuff better than anyone. So far, I haven't spotted that special someone. Guys here look too nice or too gentle, Yet, I want someone destructive. The song ends with applause from the crowd and another one starts to my amazement. It's like the DJ is in sync with my thoughts.

Aurelia in the dance studio, finally starting to move without thinking about every step. And today. Aurelia in the boutique, trying on clothes. Aurelia getting her hair done. Aurelia in that green dress, looking like she'd finally found herself. Dreyven watches silently. His expression doesn't change. Cold, analytical, distant. "She's still plain," he says when I'm done. "Pretty face, sure. But nothing special. Nothing worth all this effort." "You haven't seen her in two weeks" I point out. "I will tomorrow. And I guarantee I'll still think she's plain."

the chauffeur replied, getting off and picking up a duffel bag from the trunk. That was when Renee walked up to him and finally saw his face…

"I found something. Someone, actually. I thought it would be best if you heard it from me first." Victoria’s brow furrowed in confusion. "Who? Who have you found?" Before the Duke could answer, the door opened abruptly. Both Victoria and the Duke spun around to find a tall figure standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the dim light from the hallway. The figure’s features were hard to make out, but the posture, the air of confidence they carried, made Victoria’s heart skip a beat. She recognized that presence instantly. Isabella Deveaurux. She stood in the doorway, her eyes cold and calculating, her lips twisted into a small, smug smile. She was wearing a black leather jacket and pants, a fa

“I lost it. I feel oxygen leaking from my lungs. The DuFlu ... Shit. The damn French mafia. The most important right now in the world of guns and whores. And Damm loses a shipment? “When I pass? I let go of it and look at it like the same scum that it is. Damm is thirty”five years old, but the bad decisions he has made have made him a bloody rubble. “Yesterday. “Yesterday?! "Don't yell at me, damn it!" You were in Chicago with that fucking bitch! I clench my fists hearing him talk about Aria like that.

I never find any occasion to wear it. I got down from my bed and took the gown from her hand and went to washroom for changing. I changed my dress and wore the gown. It has a small V cut neckline with half sleeves. The gown is really beautiful. I came out from washroom and seeing me Ruhi's mouth is now wide opened. She clapped her hands a few times and said," oh my God di!! You are looking like a Barbie Doll! I just rolled my eyes and said sarcastically, " stop pampering me. Just tell me I am looking ok or not"

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

I hope she’s not so dumb not to get what I mean. “I’ve got a good ride,” she purrs, playing the edge of my suit’s collar. “Trust me, I’ve got a better ride.” My cock never shows interest. I like to fuck blonde, but now I doubt myself, and my interest somewhat changes. She starts rubbing her hands against my chest shamelessly. No effect. She Presses her D cup size against my chest—still no effect. “We are in a public place, sweetheart,” I say as her perfume reaches my nostrils.