Torment Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Lorenzo followed his twin but took three steps in my direction instead of one. "No. I don't." "You are provoking us, Tesoro. Very very badly. You are doing something that calls for the beast in us and that beast will devour you, sweetheart." He growled in a gravelly voice drawing closer to me. His twin was still left behind, but I could almost feel him since he was just an arm's length from where I stood glued to the ground. The sexual tension in the bedroom skyrocketed I could almost taste them in my mouth. How did they even taste like?

the beast roared, demand after demand crashing against Torin's logic. "Shut up," Torin snarled out loud to the empty room, pressing his fists against his temples. "It’s a lie. It’s an illusion." He stormed over to his heavy mahogany desk, grabbing a crystal decanter of amber fire-whiskey and pouring a glass with a shaking hand. He knocked the burning liquid back in a single swallow, hoping the harsh heat would drown out the phantom scent of winter snow and wild mint that had suddenly overwritten his senses. But the scent lingered, trapped in his throat, mocking him.

His hard, thick dick popped in front of my mouth, and I gathered my hair on one side as I kissed the tip of this private part. A moan escaped from his mouth, and I pressed a hard kiss again. His hands flew to my head. He gripped my hair in one of his hands roughly, along with a windy push, his dick entered my mouth. I sucked him gently at first, kisses here and there knowing I was torturing him. A rush of pleasure ran through my chest. “Lyra, it’s not time to play.” He thrust more deeply into my mouth. “Suck hard, sweetheart.”

Toast landed on the floor. He didn't even flinch. He just looked down at the orange juice on his jacket then back up at me. "Feel better?" he asked calmly. "No I don't feel better!" I screamed. "You're insane! You're a psycho! You can't just force someone to marry you!" "Elara," he said standing up slowly. "You need to calm down." "Calm down? CALM DOWN?" I was hysteric now. "You kidnapped me! You're talking about forcing me to marry you! How am I supposed to calm down?"

Apparently, Alexander was conceived a year after the miscarriage. "What's wrong, my love?" Anderson asked as he approached her. He had no idea what was making her cry her eyes out but he was sure that it was a serious issue. Denise was a strong woman, one that hardly ever showed her weak side. So for her to be in this position, something crucial had to have happened and that made Anderson worried as hell.

The screen stabilized, the black background fading away to leave two massive, blood-red letters glowing in the center of the terminal: T. S. My nails bit into my palms so hard I broke the skin, the scent of my own blood hitting my nose. Torrent Shadow. The phantom hacker who had vanished from the global underground five years ago. The one who had cracked the Lycan Council's private vaults. The one everyone assumed was a myth, or dead. I was Torrent Shadow. But I wasn't touching a keyboard. "A ghost from the past," Lucien muttered, his eyes narrowing into slits as he stared at the red letters. "The phantom."

“Stand there like a suffering saint and act as if admitting guilt makes you better.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “It does not.” “Then stop sounding forgiven.” “I am not asking for forgiveness.” “Good, because I have none to give.” Adrian lowered his eyes briefly. When he looked up again, the control was back, but it was not whole. Lucas could see the crack now. Once seen, it could not be unseen. Adrian walked to the fireplace. Lucas stiffened. “What are you doing?” Adrian did not answer. He struck a match and held the flame to the corner of the paper.

I arch toward him, my fingers threading through his hair. Back to reality. I closed my eyes again, trying to ignore how my body still thrummed with the ghost of his touch. Tomorrow, I'll be Audrey Lane again—professional, composed, in control. I leaned my forehead against the cool window glass, watching London fade into the distance. One night of passion with a stranger. No one would ever know. And I would never see that man again. But little did I know how wrong I was.

He kissed my cheek, and I ran to tell mother everything about my day. Darkness fell over the dream, and I felt a dark pull. My heart rate quickened; my breath deepened. There was a dim light in the distance, so small I couldn’t gauge how far away it was. I walked and walked, and the light barely changed. I began to panic and felt like I was drowning. A box appeared around me and started filling with water. I couldn’t break the glass; the water was being pumped in through a pipe too big for me to block with anything. Then a light turned on, and in front of the box stood Claire, Lucas, and Dan. I began to lift with the rising water. It wasn’t long before the box was almost full, and I took my

So, these past three years had been agonizing for her. In the very next second, I wrenched the bottle from her grip and smashed it down across her head. A red liquid ran down her stunned face. Wine, or blood, I couldn't tell. "Shut up and drop the hypocritical act!" I roared. "I've been your clown for three years, and you have the nerve to accuse me? One more word, and I'll rip off your mouth!" Ignoring the fury and disbelief on her face, I lurched out of that rotten house of deceit and betrayal. Dorothy screamed after me, half warning and half grievance for her lover.