Novel & Cerita The Miner My Bloody Valentine

Mine is Scott by the way, no matter how stupid or dumb he is, he is still kind of cute Till later humans 💙💙 See you when I publish the next story💙

He saw Camilla overpowered by two security officials of the company and despite that, she was fighting frantically and trying to get free from their grip. On the floor is one of the security officials. He was motionless and it appears he was dead as he lay on the floor bleeding. He saw some staff ran in with a stretcher and tried to carry him but it was too late: Ambrose Kelvin was dead. "... Hahahaha...it appeared you all are stupid in the Campbell's family. Does stupidity run in your blood stream or you all learned to be stupid? Love? Who is talking about love here? Who says I lived with Rodrigo? I never did, I was simply playing along to get what I wanted... hahaha" Camilla's voice was fu

I clench my fist and hit her straight to her nose. She screams and falls of the chair. She is holding her nose and trying to stop the bleeding. I hear Gills gasp, and Brad looks nervous. I lock eyes with Alex, “Please, babe, just let me explain. It meant nothing. I cant even remember it happening. Just give me a chance to explain. “ “Were done, Alex. I wish you a fucking miserable life. Go to hell.” And you know what, Gills: You do have a fat ass. And then I turn around and walk towards the door where Dylan is grinning towards me.

After I showed him I was ok with a kiss, I told him how I felt. "I am more than ok. I am perfect now that I have you." He smiled at me as his hand moved my hair back. "I am too, and now that you are all mine, I can make you scream my name anytime I want, and I will start right now." I gasped as he smiled and stood, tossing me back on the bed. He slid up me, and I felt his rigid member press against me again, but I didn't mind. I wanted more. More of my mate. He was all mine.

“Fuck me.” He froze. I saw the way his body stilled, the way his eyes widened just a little. He had not expected that. I swallowed hard, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “Please,” I added, because I needed him to understand. This was not about romance or sweetness. This was about me being desperate for something that could burn the message out of me, even if just for a little while or for a moment. He searched my face, and for a second I thought he might refuse. He cared too much, always so careful with me, like I was made of glass. But I was not glass. I was breaking in other ways like I have since the very beginning, in ways he could not see.

“It was incredible, Celeste. He was so gentle and caring, but also so… intense. And this morning, he… Well, he woke me up in a very interesting way.” Celeste’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Oh, do tell.” “He was… between my thighs,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “It was… amazing.” “Wow,” Celeste said, fanning herself dramatically. “You lucky girl. Killian sounds like a dream.” “He is,” I said, feeling a warm glow spread through me at the thought of him. “He’s everything I could have ever wanted and more.” “I’m so happy for you, Hazel,” Celeste said, reaching over to squeeze my hand. “You deserve all the happiness in the world.”

Adrian's Pov “Bloody bastard.” I muttered as I took in the sight. Damian was towering over Valentine in a leather jacket and black pants. She looked so pale as tear streaks ran down her cheeks. The sight of her tiny image on the bed pierced my heart and my legs grew weak. How did I let things get to this point? “Well, well, brother.” Damian said in mock laughter. “Here for your little thing?”

I said as I slowly starred the burning sensation from within. Adam took of his entire cloths and climbed on me, he opened my legs and slowly wet his hand with saliva. He was going to steam my pussy before his dick enters_ that's how he usually does it and I'd love if Lucas learns from this and readies my pussy for his dick... " Do you like this?". He asked me..

"So, miss, would you like to marry me, or watch me blow your dad’s brains out?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "I will marry you," I answered, tears streaming down my face. My dad’s eyes locked with mine for a long moment before Tyler’s voice echoed again. "Very well. Terry’s got a loyal daughter." Tyler was thirty then, driven by wealth but devoid of empathy. I was only twenty when I became a prisoner in a loveless marriage to save my father. This audition in California was my only way out. But how?

I rub the fat head along her crease, letting her feel every thick vein, every ridge, painting her with precum. “Gonna fill this perfect little ass while my brothers wreck your pussy,” I murmur in her ear, voice low and filthy. “You want that, don’t you, baby? Want to be stuffed so full you can’t think straight? Want to feel three knots lock inside you until you’re dripping for days?” She nods—desperate, frantic—pushing back against me like she’s trying to impale herself. Valentino kneels on the cushion in front of her. Cock in hand—thick, veined, already leaking—he guides it to her lips.