Urban Legend Slit Mouth Woman Novels & Stories

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"Oh... shit!" Knight groaned, looking up with his eyes closed. He felt the climax approaching, so he tightened his grip on the hair of the woman who was servicing him. The woman almost choked, her eyes rolling back as Knight thrust his hips into her mouth. Seconds later, Knight released his fluids, spurting inside the slutty woman's mouth. The woman even licked the tip of his penis, swallowing his fluids, then bit her lower lip and looked seductively at Knight.

Tyler was cracking up in our mind link as I was screaming, “Ew, ew, ew, ew.” The woman stood back up and smiled at me, she was missing half of her teeth and the ones she did have left were yellow and black. They were crumbling and rotting away with every passing minute. I heaved again, quickly covering my mouth so that I didn't throw up all over the old hag. She waddled off and Tyler doubled over laughing. I slowly reached my hand over to him and wiped the disgusting spit, right across his face. He immediately began loudly heaving, it was so funny, and I burst out laughing, people instantly began staring at us. Some looked at us like we were crazy, others just tutted and walked off shaking t

Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as if I were beneath him. "What right do you have to stay here?" His tone was icy. "Every dollar this company makes is from people working themselves to the brink, except you. You rely on your looks and body to secure deals. It's pathetic." He laughed bitterly. "We've been married all these years, and somehow I never realized what kind of woman you really are." Then, he pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and slapped them in front of my face. The pictures spilled across the floor, showing me with various men—walking beside them or drinking together.

My free hand fumbled for my phone in my pocket, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I needed something to take the edge off this burning need. Scrolling through my hidden folder, I found a video I'd saved weeks ago. In the video was a woman on her knees, taking a thick cock deep inside her throat, gagging and moaning as the man gripped her hair. I slid my earbuds in my ear and hit play. The sound filled my head. Wet slurps, heavy breathing and the slap of skin. On screen, the woman's lips stretched wide around the shaft, saliva dripping down her chin as she bobbed her head.

The elderly women screamed in shock as Lisa clutched her belly, crying out, "My stomach! It hurts so much!" Camilla grabbed me, refusing to let go. "You're not going anywhere! This is all your fault!" "Stop making baseless accusations!" I snapped. Just then, my friend arrived. "I saw everything from a distance. You deliberately ran into her! I have it on video, and the supermarket has surveillance cameras, too!"

They uploaded edited clips of their livestream online. They firmly believed that with enough exposure, the real wife would step forward to expose me as the mistress. They were certain this would save them from paying damages or jail time, and even earn her gratitude. Their short videos did end up going viral. Unfortunately for them, no real wife came forward at all. The only attention they garnered was from people mocking them. "My goodness! Isn't this Yvette Stone, an outstanding graduate from the prestigious Northcrest University who has a dual degree in Finance and Law?

They were the only ladies who could have hired a killer since they both despised Freya and Ravena. Uncle Sheridan smiled half-heartedly. "Is she a woman?" Really.” Ural raised his chin but refused to look at Uncle Sheridan. "A woman from your pack." "Do you know who she is?" You can recognize her if you see her?" Lucian inquired, perched on the edge of his chair. He wasn't sure he trusted Ural, but if the red had witnessed the shooting—"Yeah, I'd know her." Ural smirked contentedly and twitched his brows. "For a gray, she has one hell of a sweet ass."

Had Salem arrived already? Leaving the finger, I turned my head. The woman’s mouth was right next to my face. A cut appeared at the edge of her lips as a knife stabbed through. No, not a knife—her tongue. It had been made into a blade, and it dripped both blood and saliva as it pierced her lips again, widening the cut of her frown. Her head was covered in bumps, which popped open to bleed tiny spiders. Altered though they were, I recognized the woman’s features—her sad eyes most of all.

What does mate mean? He senses my tension and confusion, but he doesn’t clear my confusion immediately. “Amelia, have you ever heard about werewolves?” I shake my head. Of course not. Werewolves sound like the types of characters in legends or bedtime stories. And during my childhood, I don’t have such a thing as bedtime stories, all I have is bedtime tears. “It’s OK. Human beings don’t know much about us. I understand.” His words make my jaw drop. Human beings? Us?