Torment 소설 & 이야기

It had to be really bad. Jacob cocked his head, continued to stare up into the corner, and then grinned before he turned to face 416. “The camera is off now. No record is being made of this. What Dr. Trent doesn’t know is that you are going to have a horrible accident, you freak. You shouldn’t have fucked with me. I warned you that I’d take you out.” He grabbed the bag he’d carried into the room. “Nobody breaks my nose and lives. I knew it would only be a matter of time before you would be punished. I just bided my time.” He pulled out a syringe. “You’re going to die, you bastard!”

I groaned in frustration, grappling with the pain and confusion. The pain reached a crescendo, and in a desperate bid for relief, I released it. The pent-up power surged outward, the sheer force toppling trees in its wake before enveloping me in a shimmering fog. I shut my eyes against the flood of memories carried by the fog, but resistance was futile. I was transported once more, this time into the Alpha's mate.

“An Alpha heir, crying like a bitch in a dirty hallway. You look pathetic, Torin.” Torin let go of the glass bottle, letting it drop straight to the floorboards. The glass shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces, splashing the dark liquid across his leather shoes. He fell directly to his knees in the middle of the mess, his hands clawing desperately at the dirty mattress on the floor. He leaned his head down, sniffing the gray sheets like a desperate dog trying to find a lost trail.

"I'm here. What do you want?" "To warn you. Turn back. Morpheus will not be reasoned with. He will not be converted. He will freeze the Circle, and all your love will turn to ice." "You're not warning me. You're threatening me." "I'm saving you. There is a difference." --- I stepped forward. "Tor, you were Somnia's friend. You laughed once. You loved once. You lost. That doesn't mean you stop trying." "I stopped trying millennia ago. I am at peace."

I lean into his ear, my gloved hand still on his cock. "Say Torren," I whisper, hoping he says my real name, not my twin's. As it appears by the tiny drop of my heart, I don’t like him moaning my twin's name. "Rem, fuck," he gasps. Fucker. I bite his ear and squeeze harder. He likes it. His body wiggles, the pale skin of his neck flushing a deep, needy red. "Fuck 01!" My body sizzles with need and I stroke him faster. Feeling the thickening weight of his length

“Alright, then.” TORAN’S CHAMBER Toran’s fingers drummed gently on the armrest of his chair, his dark gaze sharp. In his other hand, a bow swung loosely in his grip. He couldn’t sleep, so he gave in to what he craved most—more than sex. Bloodlust. “I’m really sorry, Ugly,” Toran muttered, his gaze fixed on the bed's direction. “You should blame the King for making me this angry—and that stupid bitch friend of yours… Arianna Greystone.”

“I have bound them with copper wires and tied them up in the ice cave since it was the closest to the market…” “Hmmm….” Beep…beep…tring…tring…tweet…tweet…beep… Aaron’s phone rang distracting us. He reflexively pulled it out and checked the message. His eyes widened as he continued to glare at the screen. Now, what had happened? I couldn’t handle any more problems. Someone, please save me… “What is the matter, Aaron?” I asked him in an anxious voice. He handed me his phone quietly rather than replying. His chat showed eight recent videos. I tapped on the first one. It showed the campus of St. Norman’s. Boys and girls were running here and there as two pale men walked towards them chin, their