Novel & Cerita The Man With The Twisted Lip

THE MAN IN YELLOW

The older men wasted no time. The leader, a silver-haired man named Reginald with cold blue eyes, grabbed Sophia by the throat and forced her onto her knees. “I’ve waited decades to fuck a Kane whore properly,” he rasped, his voice rough with age. He shoved his surprisingly thick, veiny cock down her throat, face-fucking her with slow, deliberate cruelty, making her gag and drool heavily while maintaining eye contact with the camera.

a woman gotta make the guy hustle" she said waggling her brows I immediately blushed "Ilham !!" "You are getting laid .. tonight" "No one's getting laid tonight"a deep masculine voice boomed and we both gasped .. we turned to meet Naseer by his room door's frame Huh?! ... he's home.. Oh earth open up and swallow me.. this is so embarrassing It seems like he has just showered ,he folded his hands and his t shirt clung to him he had his towel hanging by his shoulders..I turned to look at Ilham

I was watching curiously until Kai eventually pinned the big man to the ground and kept him well beneath himself for long until the leader of the army called for them to disengage. The man had a split nose and a twisted wrist. Kai was hardly on his feet when the next man lunged for his throat and crashed to the ground with Kai. No one had seen that coming. Kai was momentarily lost but he soon gained composure and they both rolled and tossed each other about on the dirt floor. The man was trying desperately

His jawline could have sliced through silence if it moved, and his cheekbones sat high like they were carved by some angry artist who had never seen a smile. Then suddenly— His head twisted toward me. And when I say twisted, I don’t mean turned. I mean twisted, like his bones weren’t normal, like something inside his neck didn’t bend like a human should. It snapped around too fast, too sharp, too perfect, like a wild owl who had heard the rustle of a mouse in the dark. His mouth moved, but it didn’t stretch into anything close to a smile. It curled. Slowly. Darkly. Into something evil. Something cruel.

His lips curved into a smile, his smile was sadistic, atrocious, inhumane, and fiendish, a complete display of the man he was, the real rapscallion in our closet, the nightmares that stalked the weak, languid, and even the vigorous of mind. He was he. Advancing, he held the man’s hand, who was tied to a hand chair, his face badly wounded, his clothes tattered and smudge, his body deficiently bludgeoned, and lastly, a dagger was buried in his left thigh, emanating with reddish liquid as his breaths were slackened and wimpish. One could say the man was barely alive. The monster smirked in gratification as he slowly caressed the other’s man hand, gently, tenderly like an egg that would be pulve

I feel my bottom lip rip against my teeth explosively as blood starts pooling in my mouth then begins to trickle from the wide gap in my bottom lip. "WILL YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY?" The other man, Jace I presume, leans over the top of Blind Guy and screams in my face. I didn't even see his fist coming. My mouth hurts so bad and the blood is so thick I choke on it as it pours down my throat.

The head which hung fell in the air didn’t even rise as if she was only talking to someone invisible. Shadow fluttered her eyes. The man in front of him didn’t even stir from his uncomfortable position. His whole body was smeared with various torture colors. His left eye was swollen and patched with a greyish color as large as the knuckle size, his lips cracked and his bone crushed. However, the man was solitary in his position. Shadow turned on her heels and walked around the man, hands held behind her back, throat humming a creepy song that only appeared in horror games or haunted house games. Or whatever.

After she set the projector, she went to a corner and stood still like a statue. By the time I turned, the screen was set. Displayed on it was a portrait image of a man. His tanned skin was clear of blemish, with his clean shaved chin exposing the full breadth of his darkened lower lip. His upper lip rested perfectly on the lower one. I could hardly see his eyes because of his red face cap, but overall, the man looked quite . . . serious and manly.