Unholy Synonym Novels & Stories

"Fuck.. Skye... I'm cumming.. I'm cumming... Fuck... I'm close." "That's it my sweet cum for me." She with a husky voice. I can't take it anymore, fuck it. "Ahhhhhh!!!! Fuckk!! Holy shit!!! Ahhh fuckk!!" As my body convulses in pleasure. My body wants more.

And now, as Damon took a closer look at the five dead men, each man had letters branded on his forehead, R, I, MA, T, and UM. "Rape, Incest, Mate Abuse, Treachery, and Undeserved Murder." Holy shit. Damon was suddenly happy to be alive and unmarked; Karistus was BADASS. Of the thirteen wolves that had accompanied him on his run, five wolves were now dead, seven remained unconscious, but living and one had ascended to something different entirely. "Where is she heading now?" Knox looked off into the distance, noticing the weather changing as judgment roamed the earth once more.

It took them days to find out what it meant, Seek the darkness, and you shall be granted power. That was what was caved on the stone. There were still a little bit not contented at that time, they wanted the darkness but how would they get the power? They kept searching on and on for more clues, till they found a secret door that lead to another dark place, they walked into it using torches but they stopped working because of the high tension that was all around the place, their body also shivered from the immense energy they were feeling, despite that they didn't give up and kept walking inside the pitch black path, the walked few kilometers before the reach a spaced room, it has more scary

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

"You filthy little thing..." I couldn't stop. I didn't want to. The sounds—wet, obscene, perfect—only made me harder. She sucked me deeper, and the way her tongue curled beneath the head had my knees damn near buckling. "You think this is holy, sweetheart?" I growled, thrusting gently into her mouth. "You think you'll be saved after this?" She looked up at me with those wide, tear-pricked eyes. My cock buried in her throat. Drool trailing down her chin like she belonged to this moment, to me.

He sat and glanced carefully at the front row, where the girls were still watching him thoughtfully. It had been a few weeks since his epiphany. Once he had thought that the will of God was something chaste, that it had no room for earthly delights. That had all been changed when he had come across a strange thing in his old parish. Two fathers had been engaging in incestuous sex with their own daughters. He had naively tried to save them, until they showed him that they liked sex. That it was another pathway to God, perhaps the best one. Then they had shown him that path...

Jonathan said, saying 'yummy kiss' with a mockery laugh. Everyone, except Ferguson, laughed uncontrollably at Jonathan's comeback, until Ferguson couldn't take it anymore, then he cleared his throat loudly. “I'm running a porn film company, and I need a flirtatious name to attract my audience” he defended himself. “I'm running a clubhouse, and I sell drugs which is pastors strongly preach against, and hence I require a name that's closer to the devil to attract my customers” Jonathan defended himself too. Their friends stopped laughing and began looking between them, waiting for their next comebacks.

Christ! I slam my hand on my forehead. Fuck!! I am just as good as dead.

if he ever suspected, even a little, that I am not some humble human priest but also a motherfucking monster hidden inside a black holy cloth. As we all settled around the fireplace, silence sliced us like some knife...screams of agony surrounded the entire realm. Her screams, and then sounds of cheers and claps...then more screams and cries. I don't think I could bear her pain if I even go there...I might definitely snap at those foolish werewolves for being so happy while Freya is clearly in pain.