Virgin Sacrifice Meme Novels & Stories

He said in between laughs "There are no fucking virgins Max. That shit is old." "I'm telling you that she could be a virgin." Andre shook his head "Not a chance Max!" "How about I have a taste to confirm?" Max insisted and Andre's face flares up in anger. "Cool down big guy. You don't do nuns and you hate virgins so how about I take that problem off your hands." Max offered with a wide grin on his face. "No!" Andre replied sharply. "Come on dude. Don't go all greedy on me now. You don't even want the bitch."

I didn’t want to. His bedroom door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly I was on his bed, beneath him, hair fanned out across the pillows. He paused, forehead resting against mine. “I need to ask you something,” he whispered. “Okay.” “Are you sure?” I looked up at him. “I’m a virgin,” I said. “But I’m not afraid of you.” His hands shook slightly as he touched my cheek. “You don’t have to prove anything.” “I’m not trying to,” I whispered. “I just… want you. Not because of the contract. Not because of the baby. Just you.”

“It’s not going to lead us anywhere. Let’s break the bond, Joel. You can’t keep hurting yourself like this.” “Hurt myself?” He stepped closer, his gaze drilling into mine, sharp and unyielding. “I kept myself for you, Scarlet. I—” “I never asked you to,” I shot back, though my hands betrayed me, trembling slightly at my sides. The truth was crueler than my words—I felt it too. Every pull. Every ache. “I never asked you to sacrifice your life for me.” “I’m a virgin, Scarlet,” he said quietly, his voice cracking in a way that made my heart twist. “And you know it. I didn’t touch any woman because I was waiting for the right one.”

Because I was already wet again. He leaned in close. So close I felt the heat of his breath through my veil. His lips brushed my ear, and my body practically screamed for him to touch me. My knees were locking. My nipples were throbbing. My pussy was aching. And then he whispered it– “You look like a fucking virgin sacrifice.” My breath hitched. Like I was being offered up on a silver platter. Like I was the lamb waiting for slaughter. And then he asked me the filthiest question I’d ever heard in my life.

The nights I cried she would have rubbed soothing circles on my back like she used to when I was younger, fix me some lemon tea while explaining to me that everything happens for a reason but if that was the case why did I take my mother, how could it– “That doesn't even make any sense !” Cas yells drawing me from my thoughts. “How doesn't it make any sense, it has a SEED,” Sydney says “S-E-E-D makes it a fruit not a vegetable so it is not your ‘ famous vegetable soup’ if it has tomatoes in it”. My brother glares at her as if holding back a very nasty reply and instead looks at me and says “as I was saying SISTER” he says glancing back at Sydney very pointedly in which in return she rolls h

Maeve stood beside him and said quietly, “What good is any of this now? She signed the consent because she thought giving you her life would finally clear the debt between you. She went into that chamber knowing exactly what would happen.” Then she took a second packet of papers from her bag and held them out. “These are the bond-severance papers she prepared beforehand. She wanted nothing from you. No money. No place. Nothing.” Lucien stared at the papers as if he could not understand them. Maeve’s voice hardened. “She said the greatest mistake of her life was loving you.” “She said if there was another life after this one, she never wanted to meet you again.” Then, more quietly, she repeat

Where the worst deals are struck. She finds the man. That monster oozing with unhealthy desire. — So, this is my sister. Pretty, isn’t she? she breathes in a voice devoid of emotion. He stares at her with the appetite of a predator. — One million euros. She’s a virgin. You won’t lose. Cassandre grits her teeth, but doesn’t back down. The image of her debts, the threats, her creditors knocking at her door all rush in. She has no solution left. Just this too sweet sister. Too clean.

and E added to her assigned number so that when she arrived my people would know that she’s a submissive, a virgin and at least out of high school. Satisfied by my choice I move to think about the other letters that we often use when sorting out slaves. Letters such as B for when we stumble upon Brats. D’s are given if you're a rebel or a fighter and Dominants are given an automatic X. V is for virgin in which, like that girl, she'll receive the letter V and N if you're no longer a virgin.

She didn't plan for this, and just like her colleague said, she had no other way to save her dying brother except from this. Her colleague's voice from two nights before still echoes in Mariah's head. “You know there’s a website where you can sell your virginity?, I read this article—one girl made more than million dollars. Can you believe that? For one night.” She’d laughed while Mariah was up doing her morning shift. Though she is Mariah's colleague at work, They were nothing close and Mariah was very sure that her colleague would be out there somewhere laughing her ass out at her.

It was time and they all nodded at me one by one. I stand, all the chatter around me automatically silenting. All the members of tables bowing their heads in my presence. “Stop it all of you. I may be your king but we are all children of the Moon Goddess.” Even all of the vampires looked up in respect at my comment and at the Moon Goddess. I had learned the history of their kind and knew that respect for the Goddess, their mother, was a new thing for them. I was in awe of their respect for the both of us. “This may have been a celebration of my ascension, but also a celebration, a remembrance of their…” I motioned toward the pictures that lined the edges of the wall, the tables around the e