Underfell Sans X Underfell Frisk Novels & Stories

This was senseless, his screams were long, and my curiosity overpowered my fear when I looked out the frosted window. My fingertips burned, my head pulsed, and I was so ashamed because I was so hungry, terribly hungry. My mouth salivated when I saw the driver pulled apart. Two masked men in large, white fur coats with mud on them, rubbed along their bodies to camouflage into the forest tore his ligaments apart.

VINEET'S POV (SILVER-HAIRED GUY) Issac... and I want all of you to stay away from me. (BROWN-HAIRED GUY) Ethan... and I won't mind some hot chicks. (BLUE-HAIRED GIRL) I am Riley and I like some hot guys.😉 (BLUE-EYED GIRL) I am Julia and that's my cousin Levias, he doesn't interact with useless people so be careful or you might get hurt.

“Who are you?” “I’m Jane’s mate and also an Alpha of the Nightfall pack,” He said and Alpha Oswald mouthed an O.

she said reassuringly. The next Morning, Alex's mind raced with curiosity and a hint of trepidation as he followed Nana to the stairway handrail. She twisted the knob, and with a soft click, the floor by the entrance opened up to reveal a hidden staircase leading down into the undergrounds. Alex glanced at Nana, who gave him an encouraging nod before they began their descent.

Seraphina. Her hair spilled freely around her shoulders and down her back, and unlike the warrior attire she'd worn earlier, she was dressed in a flowing gown that draped around her frame. “A dungeon suits you,” she said, tilting her head as she studied me through the bars. “I think it suits you quite well, actually.” Her lips curved faintly. “Better than an Alpha’s quarters ever did.” “And where am I?” I asked flatly. “An underground dungeon in Frost Fang territory,” she said so casually like this was normal. Like keeping people in cages was some regular activity.

Before i go to the underground though i put some deodorant on so that i smell fresh and not smelly from my excessive sweating. • When i get to the underground,i sit down at the bar while Dylan is serving some people. When he's done serving he comes to me, "So Miss Alyss,do you have a fight today or you just come here to see me?" "You think i want to see...You??" I eyed him weirdly. "Ouch..Now you've broken my head,Alyss.I'm a great person and if you don't want to admit it,it's okay.Not everyone have great taste."He said sassily.

I order the girls who are still around the pool. As soon as their backs are turned, I push the stronzo's head under the water without mercy. He tries to struggle and digs his nails into my arm. Me ne frego. When I feel he does not have enough air left, I pull his head out and let him breathe before pushing him back under.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

The triangular gap between her thighs instantly sent blood rushing from his brain to his manhood. Her breast which he thought was flat, wasn't as small as they showed in her clothes. Her protruded buttocks was round but not too fatty, just perfect! "Please don't do this, elder brother. I've never done this before." Kelsa moaned and said with a pleading gaze. Hearing her call him elder brother, sent a chill down his manhood. Perfect! This was the confirmation he wanted. His fairy little sister. "Shhhh!" Darryl had totally lost control of his senses. His hard member has already taken charge.

He tightened his grip even harder. “Crack.” It was the sound of a crushed throat. Sophia’s body jerked violently. Her eyes bulged, gray rat fur still clinging to the corner of her mouth, then her hand fell limp. Lorenzo clutched his ruined eye, gasping for air. The remaining eye held no remorse, only the wild relief and madness of survival. He shoved the corpse aside, dropped to his knees in the filthy water, and roared at the camera. “I won! Water! Give me water!”