Tormentor Novels & Stories

Chapter 70 Cheyenne POV When I was done fighting, I went back up to sit beside Mercury. He squeezed my hand. He knew the crap I had been put through; that right there was easy for me to do. The girl wanted to sleep with my mate. Shaking my head, who hadn't wanted to do just that. Things do happen like this stupid crap; I wanted the family not to be harmed, but I knew some of us would get hurt, like Isiah. I thought that man was going to kill him, but he got up and won. Thank the goddess. It took him time to heal, but he is fully healed now. It didn't take long for another to come out; his name is Torment, a weird name, but I have heard of him. What I did hear about him is that when his mothe

I grabbed her hips, drove into her deep, then wrapped a hand around her throat, firm but not choking—just enough to make her feel owned. “Say my name,” I growled. “Ahhh—Alejandro—harder!” I gave it to her. Pounding her over the table until it creaked under us, her ass slapping against my hips, her nails scraping the wood. I reached around, rubbed her clit in tight circles, and she screamed. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m coming—” She shattered again, milking my cock as I fucked her through it. Her moans were animalistic now, raw and honest. She sobbed my name like a prayer.

They had entered his body like a locked room and left themselves a key. Adrian touched Lucas’s face. “Listen to me. Breathe.” Lucas opened his eyes. Adrian’s face was above him, too close, too worried. The same man whose money had opened the door to the night of fire was now looking at him like losing him would tear something out of his chest. Lucas hated him. Lucas held on to him. Both truths burned. The clinic lights flickered. Marcus lifted his gun. “Power breach.” The screen behind them turned on by itself.

Terra was an incarnate of intense desire. “However,” Terra said as she glared at him. “I can join in the ravaging of my choosing if a pig is caught.” “Pig?” Adam asked. “The name of all the men in the game,” Terra clarified. “That is such a harsh term for us, don’t you think?” Adam said, a bit shocked by the name. “It is a harsh game, Adam, as you would come to find out,” Terra said as they walked side by side. “So, if I understand you correctly, you are saying that if I fall prey to one those women, you would happily join them in tormenting me?” Adam asked.

Hunter's Pov. I saw red! Complete red when I realized that she went to a club and got drunk. For fucks sake, she isn't even legal yet. The drunk pervert men in the club might take advantage of her innocence and I can't let that happen. I won't let anyone ruin her because she is mine to ruin, mine to do everything with her. I can't name what I feel for her, but I know I won't let her be anyone else's in this life, and in this process, she might end up hating me, but I don't give a fuck about that as long as she stays with me forever.

But then, the worst thing happened. One huge hybrid homunculus—this is what Fenrir called it when he ran towards us as this huge beast tried to kill him—came with a huge, eerie grin plastered on its distorted face. It is ten times.. and I really meant it! Ten times more ugly and eerie than the upgraded ones. “I am so tired! I thought we finished all of them already!” Tori ranted, and the hybrid instantly snapped its head towards her and flicked its fingers. Everyone screamed as Tori was swept towards the castle walls.

I ask. Torque is our tech wiz. He is extremely skinny with black shaggy hair and bright green eyes. He is a little punk but extremely fucking loyal to our club. When he first came to me to be a prospect I laughed at him. He was only sixteen at the time and not someone I would ever take in in. He had a goddamn t-shirt with a unicorn on it for crying out loud. It wasn't until Max found out he was homeless that I had him looked into. Torque's family did something bad to him when he was only fifteen, so he ran away from home and started sleeping on the streets. Learned how to break into stores to eat without setting off their security systems which is how he got his nickname. When he saw what we

I lift my head slightly whilst we are walking and take in the view in front of me. Dimetrius is built like a warrior god. He has muscles built upon muscles and his skin is ridiculously tanned from all the heat radiating from the Lava flowing through the city. His arse is perfectly round and his pants are slightly too tight, allowing me to visualize exactly what I will see and feel under there the moment we get behind closed doors. I can feel the heat building in my core with every step closer we take, my heart rate is quickening as I’m visualising slamming him against the wall. Out here he is the master, but not behind closed doors.

She got burnt suddenly so, I immediately walk towards her and held her hand that was burnt but she pushed me so I sat on the floor. “What have you done!! What did you do to her huh?!!” Tito Rommel shouted angrily. “I didn’t do anything to her Tito-- “ My hand was shaking with fear because of his shout. “Liar!!” “Rommel, just bring Carmi to your room. I’ll take care of this.” “I said when you went to your room, didn’t I?!” “I was thirsty mom, so I went out of the room--“

I step so close our lips are almost touching. "What has never happened?" Her breath wisps against my lips and her scent fills me. "My dragon magic blends with yours." "I'm not a dragon," she replies. No she isn't, but if we mate, she would become a glorious dragon. She interrupts my thoughts when she says, "Just so you know, dragonbreath, I won't sleep with you. Brittlemortis is a sexually transmitted disease." She rears back, turns, and walks away. I stand in stupefaction and almost shout that she's making that up. I clamp my jaws shut and shout, "You plan on walking home?"