Winx Club Trix Icy Darcy Stormy Novels & Stories

My body freezes, and my eyes clamp closed. "Sorry, baby girl. There was an issue at the club your dad asked me to sort. I didn't think it would take all night." He is stood by the bathroom door. "Trix, baby, how long have you been in the shower? You're freezing." I feel him turn off the water and pull me out, wrapping the towel around me. I don't speak; I can't. I want to scream, but if I tell Damon, he will go crazy like my dad. I like him too much to lose him.

Darcy whispered, "I need you to. Shoot your stuff all over my face. Mark me. Do it. Give your big sis what she's begging for. Pleeease." Darcy's body was incredible. Fucking her tits was amazing. But it was her words that put me over the top. As my soon as my sister started begging, my sperm rocketed out of my shaft. I did as she asked, spurting on her face. Long white drips hung off her nose. One eye shut where I'd accidentally splashed her. Darcy giggled and licked herself clean, like a kitty. "I missed that this morning," Darcy said. She gave me a tight hug. "Oh, I wish I could stay in bed with you, too, baby. But Mom and Dad would not appreciate finding us like this."

The pack watched, murmurs rippling through the crowd, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. Xavier's hand cupped my chin, tilting my face up, his thumb pressing against my lower lip. "You're ours, little omega. Tonight, we claim what's destined." My breath hitched as he leaned in, his mouth crashing against mine in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, devouring me. I melted into it, my hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. His cock pressed against my thigh, hard and insistent, the outline thick enough to make my core throb with need. Kale's body molded to my back, his erection grinding against my ass, hands sliding down to grip my waist, fingers digging in just enough to bruise.

he groaned dramatically. “Come here, little tornado!” Dary beckoned warmly to his daughter. But Destiny shook her head. “No! Daddy is bad. Big bro is the best!” she declared. Summer stifled a laugh, clearly amused. It was usually “Mommy is bad, but Daddy is always the best.” Now, her husband was getting a taste of his own medicine. Darcy glanced at Damien, the young man who had once been a boy in his care but now stood tall, and was accompanied by his wife. His expression softened. “Come inside,” he said.

Also, a big time model like Selena wouldn’t even need her help but she’d offer any other assistance that she can. And most importantly, it’d make Arya spend some time with her husband outside. Winx cleared her throat. “Oh, Damien. Have you noticed that Arya can be really violent when flustered?” Arya snapped her head at Winx and went directly for her neck. “What are you saying, bitch?” “This is exactly… what I’m saying… bitch!” Winx stammered, trying to get Arya’s hands away from her neck. “Winx, I’d be dropping you off at my sister’s agency.” He tried to change the subject seeing how pissed it made Arya feel.

The kings distracted by Darcy meant Maddox would have an easier time making his move when the time came. The office doors suddenly burst open. “Daddy!” Darcy whines dramatically as she storms into the room. “Where’s Traci? That bitch still hasn’t shown up for my things.” I slowly look toward my daughter while forcing patience onto my face. “Sweetheart,” I say calmly, “your things will be handled.” Darcy crosses her arms while glaring at me. “You’re seriously letting her get away with this?” A few seconds later Serena enters the office behind her looking far more composed than our daughter.

Darcy replies, not sparing me a glance as she opens the file in front of her, going through her schedule or probably avoiding looking at me after what I just saw. I lean back into my chair, lost in thought. My sister's illness has taken a toll, Cancer isn't exactly smiling on her. The doctor insisted that I pay a deposit to get her better treatment and my landlord is also on my neck to get me out of the house. It is either I meet him at an hotel room and he never shows up for another six months or I get out of the house and there is no way in hell I am fucking that old man. My friend had recommended this club to me, assuring me that meeting Darcy would give me the urgent funds I need. Howeve

They’d been high school sweethearts, and they were so perfect for each other that it made me sick to my stomach. “Come on, Wren. You’re my only single friend. You’re my only excuse to go out anymore.” Rifling through my makeup bag, I pulled out my foundation and shook the bottle. “I don’t want to be used, Darcy.” She laughed. “You’ll be using me. I’m the best fucking wing-woman you’ve ever had.” I snorted, applying my foundation efficiently. “We can have one drink.” “Yes! I knew I’d wear you down.”

We both said good night to each other and I’m going to guess she’s going to sleep with a happy heart tonight. Tuesday changed drastically for me but this is exactly everything that I’ve looked forward to. I spent my free time with Rachel, Nicole, and Victoria. They are definitely my new clique now and I’m actually quite surprised that I’m going along with everybody. Maybe it’s the gayness hidden inside of me that’s making things work out even though I’m still pretending to be straight. Victoria is just straight out the meanest but she brings things to life and is probably the life of the party to be quite honest. Nicole on the other hand was just there to back you up, she doesn’t have loyal

"What? Why would it not be okay? Just do it." And right in front of me, she let Finley zip up her dress and walked out, linking her arm with him intimately. I knew she was trying to provoke me. In the past, seeing her act so close to Finley would've driven me mad—I'd have stopped her from leaving. Now, I felt nothing but calm. Late that night, I was suddenly woken by a call. It was Joyce's best friend, Queenie Stone. "Harry, Joyce's drunk—come get her at the Imperial Club!"