The Scissoring Romane & Geschichten

But now, looking at it again, those few simple words felt like a heavy blow to his heart, sending a wave of panic rushing through him. Mike’s heart suddenly felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand. A strong and inexplicable sense of unease surged through him like a turbulent undercurrent, rising rapidly within him. He raised his hand, his fingers trembling slightly. He was about to press my number, trying to break the strange silence of these past days, when suddenly, a conversation in the hospital corridor caught his attention. Two nurses hurried past, talking about something. Their voices weren’t loud, but every word clearly reached Mike’s ears.

“Do it, now.” Nodding, the small boy holds the scissor tightly on one hand, gulping. He opens his palm and places one blade of the scissor, blinking tears away from his face. He looks at Eleanor, looking for strength. The little girl offers it almost immediately, smiling and nodding. Silas nods back, closes his eyes, and slides the blade on his palm. Eleanor didn’t have time to process the way the blood spurted, the way it hit both of their faces, making it look like a messier crime scene than it already was.

As the group nodded, they formed a semi-circle, facing toward the loud thumping sound that was headed their way. As the scorpion broke through the last set of trees close to them, it reared onto its back legs, screeching loudly, stumbling a little due to it missing two back legs, once it rocked back forward, it eyed everyone in the group angrily, as if searching for someone in particular, as it turned its body to glare at each person, it had a slow limp. “There! If we keep making it have to turn to face us, it should be slow enough for us to keep out of range” Raz said, pointing at the scorpion's damaged back legs causing it to limp.

and squeezing, her screams squeaky, mid-sucking his length and penetrating his anus, past every ring of muscle. Amidst her screams and moans, he felt it opening and stretching more and more, his lower belly contracting, feeling closer and closer to his orgasm, in which he screamed and screamed and several thrusts later he came, came on her lips in through thrusts of her fingers that formed a scissoring motion inside him.

"Are you ok?" Tristan’s voice jarred me out of my awkward fiddling and caused me to jump, I looked up at him to him softly smiling at me reassuring me that everything was fine and he wasn’t going to harm me. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you, you just seemed really out of place." he knelt down in front of me and took my hands that were pinching each other. he rubbed the little crescent marks left behind.

It was a precise, three-inch mark—raised, pink, and undeniably clinical. "What is that?" Lucian’s voice dropped to a whisper. He leaned in, his pupils dilating. "Phin, what the fuck did you do?" "While you were busy unconscious on that rug, hallucinating about our 'forever,' I had the Aurelius surgeons earn their keep," Phineas said, his voice flat and rhythmic. He traced the scar with a gloved finger. "They call it a 'Severance.' It’s a delicate procedure. They go in, they find the metaphysical anchor where the pack-bond grafts onto the cardiac muscle, and they snip it. Clean. Irreversible."

“I can see you “Ben said in sign language and she jump up . She felt a slight pain in her abdomen but ignored it . She Jump up on him happily .”am so happy right now “She said . She disengage from the hug and Ben looked at her worriedly . She look sick .She was feeling a bit dizzy and the next minute ,she was lying on the floor lapsing into unconsciousness . “Oh my God !Rissa!”He shouted as he made to carry her . {The hospital } Ben watch in tears as Rissa was put in a stretcher and led to the operation room .

“Because I’m going to slide another one in.” And true to my promise, I angled another finger to join the first, pushing two digits up that sweet hole, sliding in and out smoothly before scissoring them, circling to loosen that swollen flesh. “Oh!” she screamed. “Oh god!” she shrieked, slapping her hands against the stall walls for balance.

He smirked, his eyes darkening as he fetched a scissors from the drawer before slamming it. I gulped as I watched him rise from the chair, walking slowly to my side of the desk. He then stopped behind me. I felt his finger fiddle with my hair tauntingly. I gulped, the flesh of my neck caving in. That was when I felt it; the cold pointy part of the scissors pressed against my neck, the delicate fleshy part of my neck. He pushed it slowly, threatening to shove it in. I held my breath, unable to make a sound.