Wheatley X Chell Novels & Stories

"Is this what you want?" "Yes it is, sir." "Then listen to me very carefully," He ordered. "Once we enter this room, I will use you in any which way that I please. Tonight, you belong to me.' Only giving him a small nod, his grip on my wrist tightened. "Use your words, Eve . Who do you belong to?" "You, sir. I belong only to you." "And tell me, what is your safe word?" "Cherry." Letting go of my wrist, he pulled another key from his pocket and unlocked the door. Slowly pushing it open, he allowed me to walk through first. The smell of vanilla and wood filled my nose.

Ben Wallber, the alpha of the Warhammer pack, could have easily brokered a deal between our packs to the benefit of us all. Thanks to him, my name is Cherry, and I am a prostitute. My main goal is to get close enough to the Wallber family to learn the truth of what happened three years ago. “Fuck!” He cried with a final thrust. He was still then pulled out. I was relieved at the sudden, vague emptiness and slipped across the bed towards the bathroom. I shifted out of his reach quickly. “Where are you–”

At the same time, the Frost Peony also launched a surprise attack on the other three men and three other white-haired weasels. Glancing at the ground covered in minced meat, Chad quickly rushed to Willow's side to check her injuries. However, Chad did not expect that as soon as he helped Willow up from the ground, he was suddenly forced to jump away. "Hmph..." With a muffled snort, Chad felt three deep wounds appear on his chest, exposing his bones. He looked at Willow, who was slowly getting up, with a puzzled expression. It turned out that it was not Willow at all. He looked at the pile of flesh on the ground—dozens of pythons had been hacked into pieces.

Did she even know the truth about his lecherous activities? ’You didn’t seem to mind those activities when he pinned you on that balcony, did you?’ A mocking voice rang out in her head. Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself together. “I’m Anateya. I’m a huge fan of yours.” ”Charmed to meet you.” Chyella nodded, smoothing a hand over her shiny black hair. Giving Anateya a once over, she frowned. “Are you one of Romero’s girls? I swear- I don’t know when my brother will learn not to crap where he eats.”

Trusted her. Instead, she'd been researching how to break a Ghost Wolf. How to torture someone with power she wanted to steal. And I'd given her the perfect target by rejecting Racheal. The mining facility came into view—a crumbling structure of rusted metal and rotting wood. Fresh footprints in the mud, all leading inside. Kelly's scent was overpowering here, mixed with blood, fear, silver poisoning, and that strange wild scent that could only belong to Racheal. I shifted into my wolf form and charged toward the entrance when the ground beneath me erupted.

Cameron straightened, pulling back from Heath, into a more acceptable level of physical contact. “She’s late,” Rhett murmured as the cheerleaders approached with the she-wolves from Dawson. “Rhett,” Lillian struck a pose, tossing her blonde hair back in a shining bounce. “Patience is hanging for a cigarette. I told her that you’ll take her to where she can have a smoke.”

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

"Keep your weapons drawn and watch the treeline outside!" I raced right behind him as he stepped up to the edge of the wagon, his claws extending as he pulled back the bloodied canvas cover to inspect the cargo inside. My jaw dropped in absolute horror, my blood running freezing cold as the torchlight illuminated the bound and gagged body of Chloe, my former best friend, wearing a torn wedding gown with a desperate note pinned to her chest reading, "He rejected me too, save me."

We all had to wait for her to finish up in the room with Zack; they came out at the same time, and their bodies would not stop moving toward each other. "What happened there? Did you fuck?" I reached for her ear and whispered. She gave me a faint smile before returning to her chair. The game began for the second time, and Sarah had the brilliant idea of allowing me to play this time. I rolled the dice and, unfortunately, did not get a perfect six. I had to enter the same room as Daniella and Zack, but this time I was asked to go into the room with Richard Harper. Richard is the star of the basketball team; nothing happens without him.

The blissful tranquillity of the night embraced us, a testament to our enduring love and the bright future ahead. ******* Chelsa – POV After returning from the Whitewood Pack, I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. Nathan and I had officially become mates, a relationship that blossomed just a week ago. It was a joy to express our bond through public displays of affection, openly declaring our status to the pack. Eagerly, I anticipated sharing the news with Flora and unveiling my past, which I had never had the chance to discuss, including the story of my first mate and my life with Nathan.