Novel & Cerita The Splendid And The Vile

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

"Why would you like him? He literally plans to kill the entire continent. Or else you're like him." "No, I can relate to him. He's... lonely." Lonely? "Who do you like?" "Belmont." He drops the phone and bursts right out cackling. "What?" I nudge his shoulder. "Belmont? He's crass, foul, almost deranged, I would argue." "And? Is that so bad?" "You have nothing in common, why would you like him?" "My mouth has nothing in common, but my head certainly does." "That's.... new." He raises his brow. "So you cuss?"

She looked every bit the innocent college girl on the outside, but her eyes burned with filthy desperation. “On the bed, legs spread,” Clyde said, his voice rough. “Show us that greedy little hole that took us in.” She didn’t wait. She lay back and spread her thighs wide, exposing her already dripping pink cunt and asshole. Both brothers groaned at the sight. They weren’t fans of sharing women, but if it was their Zinnia, then they could break that rule. They climbed onto the bed, cocks hard and throbbing, ready to ruin her. Clyde claimed her mouth first, kissing her deep and filthy while Cedric latched onto her left tit… doing what he couldn't do in the basement.

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

Just reading. I stepped back from the window. Then I went downstairs anyway. Ilse was already waiting in the corridor outside the holding cells with a scroll in her hand and the expression she wore when she’d been awake too long doing a job I hadn’t asked her to do. She was the most competent person I had ever worked with and she knew it, which kept our relationship efficient. She handed me the scroll without speaking. I read while she matched my pace. Vael sorcerer. Caught three days ago in the eastern Ashfields, traveling alone, no delegation markers, no elder countersignature on his credentials. His own seals were legitimate, his rank was legitimate, but he had come without any of the app

Her hands moved from his thighs to cup his heavy balls, massaging them as if to coax a better grade. "Excellent improvisation," he praised, voice husky. "That’s an A-minus performance." He began to thrust faster, using her mouth with abandon. Her gags grew louder, wetter. Drool poured down her chin, soaking her blouse, making the white fabric cling transparently to her hardening nipples. Hawthorne reached down, pinching one roughly through the fabric. Lila moaned around his cock, the vibration shooting pleasure up his spine. "Ten minutes. You’re doing well, Miss Vale. But I require perfection."

"Are you sure about that? He had, I think, countless of a bank account. Have you included his personal assets? Yachts, mansions, cars, and everything that fucktard has," "A hundred percent, Sir," my ears clapped in triumph after hearing those words. Finally, the time of judgment has come to arrive. And with this, I can secure the victorious battle for me. You played me dirty, Damon. And now is the perfect time to throw twice the shit you caused me. "Alright then. A million-dollar has been sent to your bank account, Melvin," "Thank you, Sir Dominick,"

And I wanted to live with that commitment with happiness in my heart and not with resentment for being sexually unfulfilled. I had accepted that I couldn’t have everything I wanted in a man because no one is perfect. And I knew that I was so blessed to have someone as caring and as thoughtful as Zed. He was almost perfect—fine-looking, a great speaker, a good planner, and a good provider. He only had one flaw, and that was his dick that went limp in less than a minute.

He's backstage, laughing at something off the camera, his hair slightly disheveled and wearing one of his own designs. A pink shirt, unbuttoned at the top and sleeves rolled to his elbows. I stop breathing for a second. Unwanted heat spreads through my body, curling low in my stomach. "Velles is the hottest brand in the world right now," Maya continues, completely oblivious to the war raging inside me. I take my eyes away from the screen, but it's too late. My mind is already racing, filled with desperate desires. "He would never agree," I say, my voice tight even to my own ears. "Not after everything."

Aziel I got ready for the race wondering if it will be fun. I was not hoping for much competition to be honest. I was only going there because I had heard from a trusted source that he had seen Adrienne going there previously. I did not really have high hopes of meeting her in such a place. Even though up until now our interactions were pleasant, I was still suspicious of her as there were many things that weren’t adding up. I was a fool because I was still attracted to her even though I didn’t want to.