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We lay side by side, pillows in between, my body vibrating, unable to shut off for the night. “Izzy?” “Hm?” “You’re sure these pillows will help?” “They have to.” If anything, it seems my dick is pulsing back to life. The pillows have to help. I hum a song under my breath one of my favorite classical music, and there’s another low timbre joining me. I stop. He doesn’t. “Ivan?” “Hm?” “Stop fucking humming with that dangerous voice!”

Spencer gave a low chuckle, kissed me again, and then lifted up the blanket to get into bed. But the moment he saw what was underneath the blanket, he completely froze. "Kay…" The soft lighting from the night light gently radiated across the room and shrouded over me. The pearl gleamed in and out of sight while nestled against my hair. The light also cast shadows across my bosom as my chest rose and fell. The touches of pink were especially enticing when contrasted against the other more muted colors.

The air smelled of paper, ink, and old timber — the comforting perfume of imagination and memory intertwined. Clara Wilson, barely sixteen years old, stood on a small stool behind the front window, her forehead resting lightly against the cool glass. Her breath fogged the pane as she traced absent shapes in the mist with her fingertip. She watched raindrops race one another downward, merging, separating, vanishing at the sill. There was something hypnotic in their movement — a quiet competition with no clear winner.

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”

A soft giggle. The telltale creak of Sienna’s door opening and closing. Ethan’s pulse drummed in his ears. He squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his pillow against his face, desperate to drown out the sounds. But it was no use. His mind filled in the blanks, painting vivid pictures of what was happening just a few feet away. The rustle of clothing. A quiet murmur. A breathless moan.

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

Even if Christina is spoiling you, she’d never let a colossus like you sleep in her bed! Wolfie was offended by Leila’s body-shaming move and started to yelp like an unhinged coyote. Leila had no choice but to cart Wolfie’s cushion next to her bed in a less-than-genteel fashion. It shocked the hound speechless and brought quiet to the premises.

Warning… Matured content involved!! “I can pleasure myself without your help…” “Ssh, baby girl,” he purred, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to her sensitive flesh as the heat of his breath caressed her pussy. The sound of his voice was like velvet, its smooth texture wrapping around Isabella like a silken cocoon. Isabella nodded, her body trembling with eagerness as his hands grasped her thighs, spreading her legs even wider as his mouth hovered over her pussy.

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!