These Tangled Vines Novels & Stories

The loose t-shirt defined the curves of her boobs. Vivaan bit his lips. They had not had sex yet. He was waiting for himself to get a bit healthier. They had just kissed intensely a few times in the last couple of weeks. Vivaan refrained from touching her too much because he knew he would not be able to stop if he crossed a point.

Ready to confront the unknown invader, I steeled myself, the suspense hanging in the air like a taut string. The vase felt cool in my trembling hands as I lifted it silently from the table, my heart pounding like a drum in the intense darkness. Fear clutched at me, urging my steps to be as quiet as the whispers of the night. Each inch closer to the intruder heightened the tension, and I gripped the vase tighter, ready to strike.

Claudine's eyes met Mary's, sharing a moment of profound sorrow. Denzel wrapped his arm around Claudine, holding her close. As Mary's words faded, the air seemed to vibrate with unspoken grief. Suddenly, Claudine's head tilted back, and a mournful howl erupted from her throat. Denzel joined, his voice blending with hers. Kris, Jacob, Ronald, and the others followed, their howls weaving together in a haunting tapestry of sorrow. Mary added her voice, a soft, melancholic wail. The forest echoed with their collective lament, a chilling, beautiful dirge that conveyed the depth of their loss.

Tasha and I walked deeper into the warehouse, our footsteps echoing in the vast space. “This is creepy,” Tasha whispered. I nodded in agreement. The feeling of unease was now a tight knot in my stomach. We had been waiting for him for what felt like hours, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. “Maybe we should call him again,” Tasha suggested, sensing my growing anxiety. I pulled out my phone and dialled his number, but it went straight to voicemail. I hung up and tried again, but with the same result.

Michael blurted. "No." "Then what is it?" "As you ordered, I checked the cameras on the road to the park, and after the park, there happened to be two suspicious cars." He zoomed on his system. "This and this." "Why the two?" Michael asked. "They are operating on a stolen plate number." George uttered before as he started at the car on the screen. Elliot nodded in approval to what George said. "On another close look, this." He said pointing at one of the black vans. "Is the kidnappers van."

He moans, pushing his hips back and forth. "Mmm." I moan around his shaft, my tongue working the underside. "Fuck, you're so good. Your mouth is so warm and wet. Just like your pussy. I can't wait to get inside you. I'm going to pound your pussy so good." He hisses my walls clench and my juices drip. The balls inside my vagina twitch , sending a zapping sensation straight to my brain. "Mmmm." I moan again, bobbing my head up and down.

I saw Amanda's face drain of color as she clutched her chest and collapsed onto the couch. Jamie's face went pale as he rushed to shut off the equipment. The voices from the guests were crystal clear. "Oh my god! What is this? Isn't Connor engaged to someone else?" I felt the blood drain from my face. I never thought Connor would go this far. He didn't even care about exposing himself just to ruin me. "What on earth are you trying to do?" He stood up, slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and started walking toward me.

The sudden silence in the kitchen was deafening. It didn't help nearly as much as it usually did. The ghost of his touch, the lingering scent of cedar and spice, and the terrifying realization of how easily he could unravel her remained, wrapping around her like a dark, thorny vine.

It seemed to make the moment last longer and end more gently. Marcus had been a champ this evening. He'd been ready to get back at it only a few minutes after blowing a load in her mouth. Once the storm knocked out the power, a lot of guests had started to leave. Headlights were turned on all around them and partygoers constantly walked by. Luckily, they'd already fogged the windows pretty well by then and it was unlikely that anyone had seen them. Still, Tess found the somewhat public aspect of their union to have heightened the arousal for her. She'd have to explore it further before too long.

Watching. “I wanted to be seen.” “I wanted to be free.” “I wanted to disappear.” Isolde’s image flickered real and unreal collapsing into one. Meanwhile, in the control corridor, Penelope reached the Vault’s core. A sealed panel glowed red. Behind it: five fiber-optic threads thin as nerves. Each one pulsing a different shade. Blue. Red. White. Green. Black. She exhaled. “Of course it’s a literal cut-the-wire situation.”