Ulzzang Bestie 3 Crazy Novels & Stories

The way I was horny needed penetration, no amount of head would fix that. How the hell was she able to turn me on like that? I've never been this desperate for a release. This is the roughest fuck I've ever had with Crystal, although she seems to like it. I finally reached my climax and pulled out of her, good thing I had a spare condom. Crystal was a mess on the bed, trying to catch her breath. “That was amazing, this is the best one ever.” She said as she sat up and started tracing her fingers on my chest.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Without a warning, he plugged into her erupting a loud ear splitting scream from her. He didn't give a f**k as he went deeper until he hit hard on her G spot.

Just as Wendy yanked the flower out of the ground, a violent shockwave roared from deep inside the hunting grounds. When the dust finally settled, an enormous beast stood towering in front of everyone. Wendy was so terrified she collapsed on the ground, trembling and stammering, "B-b-beast…" Blake's eyes went wide with rage as he stared down the beast. While Blake wrestled with the beast, I waited for an opening before I rushed in and dragged the shaking Wendy to safety. Once I got her out of the hunting grounds, I turned right back around and sprinted into the danger zone.

They were triplets wearing white singlets that revealed their masculine abs, black jeans that hugged their tall legs, and pairs of black boots. "What? Mom! What are these three bullies doing here in our house?" I queried her, glaring at the three bad boys from White Hills Academy.

Brand's brother turned to him, seeking guidance, just as Brand became aware of the stickiness on his hand. He at first ignored it. He had been in too many bloody brawls in his lifetime for blood to bother him overmuch. But when his mate gasped and tensed in his arms, a wave of dread washed over him. He realized that the stickiness was not merely the expected aftermath of the fight but something far more sinister. His elskede, his alt, Ulfhild, was wounded.

"Natasha, I love you!" The deafening shout, followed by the crowd's wild cheers, snapped me back to reality. My boyfriend, Luke Spencer, stood there holding a massive bouquet of gold roses, professing his love to me. The crowd's chants rolled over me in waves. "Say yes! Say yes!" For a split second, I felt dazed. Then, it hit me: I had been reborn. I came back to the day Luke stood in front of the entire school with gold roses to make his public love confession.

To satisfy her own vanity, she constantly stole my photos and claimed that the woman in them was her. In my past life, I didn't mind too much when I found out that she had been stealing my photos because we were best friends. However, after giving it more thought, I realized that I had unknowingly invited misfortune upon myself. I scrolled through her chats and eventually found the three men. They were still flirting with each other for the time being. Mira had given them pretty interesting nicknames. "Wallet No. 1: Daniel Newton (The Brainless Heir of the Richest Family in Bayville)."

I used the one tool I had to lure her here: her curiosity and that damn serial killer discussion group I infiltrated. I leaned in close to her and whispered, “There’s no escape. Once we’re alone, you’re mine.” * * * Her scream came out as a hiss of air, and I couldn’t resist adding to her suffering. To see the arrogance in her eyes, for all the times she laughed and put me down, to be outweighed by the power I now held over her. “Relax. This is your secret fantasy... a kidnapping Jeffery Dahmer style.” The effect I had wanted showed in the widening of her eyes, but she slumped down in the seat, unable to get her arms and legs to work. Payback was bliss.

Apparently, something happened when I was away and Hayley, being Hayley, didn't want to upset me with it. "You know, you're still the best girl yet. Blondie couldn't walk a mile in those overpriced stilettos." Her ankle chose that moment to twist out, throwing her onto me. "And neither can you apparently." I could do way better than watch her bludgeon her liver. I reached for one of the bottles and toss it back before she could get to it, welcoming the burn that followed. "Hey! That one was mine." She complained with a cute little pout. Right now it was so hard to picture her as the aspiring lawyer she was studying to be.