Twisted Twenty-six Novelas e Histórias

“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

He looked at me through his mirror, the same angry glare plastered on his face as he turned around. As anticipated, he had tattoos on his stomach. On one side, he had a crown, on the other he had what looked like a date which of course I had no idea what was for. He then had a tattoo in the centre of his chest. He also had a smaller tattoo on his hip which looked too small for me to actually see what it was but there was another tattoo on the other side which was almost on his v line which might I add was very toned. The tattoo was a 'forgive' one in cursive writing.

Then I looked around when someone came through the stairs to the terrace. “Chris, how... How…” I stammered. am I dreaming? Is it some kind of vision? Imagination? “Iam back, Stella, really back. There’s no going back” “Is this really you?” I touched his cheek and looked into his eyes. Shivers ran down my spine. I can feel the connection when he touched me. I missed this touch for a very long time. It feels like a century. I never thought I will see him again. “It took me two years to come back here.”

It was easy to remove my dick. It easily found its way into her, she was hot and tight. I wish I had more time. Thrusting slowly into her but I wasn't pleased. I turned her over, facing me. I could see her vagina clearly. It was wet. I pulled down my trousers, I let my dick out through the hole. Before now, it wasn't free. I, thrusted hardly into Lupita. She was moaning lightly, maybe because Torillio was there. "It's time, boss", Torillio said, trying to pull me off Lupita.

With his 6-foot height and monstrous muscle body inside, all of a sudden, this place looked bijou and suffocating. My back was facing him. He tugged me roughly, and our bare skin was touching. His hard rock chest felt safe for me to stay, his hands tightly gripped my waist as his lips kissed my neck sweetly. Slowly, one of his hands left my waist and traveled lower, stopped right between my thighs and a moan escaped from my mouth. He sucked my neck roughly and his finger brushed the folds of my private area. His middle finger softly stroked me, then suddenly he became harsh with his hand movement. Both of our breathing became rough, and I began to moan loudly.

he had in hush tones while standing three feet away from me, and broke eye contact with me and slowly looked down at my left foot that was close to a small shrub. my boot was ever so slightly touching the very thin wire, my eyes quickly followed the wire until my eyes met a tranq dart just waiting to be triggered, and right above my head was a net. i slowly backed up until my back met bodaway’s palm. he brought that hand to my shoulder and squeezed it. “we need to talk, but not here.” “Not safe.” - “are you still going to fuss and worry over me when the twins come, or are you going to forget about me?” she was holding up paint samples and closing one eye, furthering her imagination of what t

That explained his frown and why he turned down Sergio's request to escort me to Tobias' house for the interview. The car that had brought me pulled up in front of a large, modern chateau that matched Tobias' aesthetics. It was challenging to read him. From my research, he was extremely private and uptight. The news of his anniversary a few weeks ago had come as a shock to everyone, and within hours, it had vanished as if it were an error. The underground cyber team of the Abyss had that information up their sleeves, making access relatively easy. His wife, Gianna Whitlock. The name sounded familiar—too familiar—but I brushed the thought aside.

Shannon POV I could feel my anger rising, my heart beating hard, my feet trembling, my head flaming and I gnashed my teeth. I could feel my anger rising so badly that I had to clutch my hands to control my rising anger. "I am the one that is worth this position, not her and I can't allow her to have it." I growled in my head. My twin sister, Sharon, was about to be crowned the ambassador of the Blue Moon pack. I had always craved this position but she just came from nowhere and snatched it away from me just like that.

"Like I said, that'll be two-fifty, plus the unloading f*e, so we're looking at closer to three twenty-five—" I want to scream. More money that I don't have. The tow guy's talking to me and the Rental Twerp stands in the doorway glaring with his hands on his hips, and I'm on the edge of panic, trying not to lose my freaking mind, with both of them sniping at me and at each other, and there's no escaping this. I'm screwed. Christopher's going to catch me. Except I know there's one way out, and it's sitting in my pocket.

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.