Winx Club Trix Icy Darcy Stormy Novels & Stories

“Please. It's definitely not as soft or comfortable as yours. Besides, I'm sure Marcello would forgive you. You're too pretty for him to just forget, and let's not mention your skills in bed.” I lifted an eyebrow. “Did you just call me pretty?” “Don’t get used to it,” she rolled her eyes. “Too late.” I shoved a fry into my mouth. “Put it in writing.” Darcy leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “You wish. So what’s your plan now, lover boy? Gonna drown yourself in cologne and bad decisions at the club tonight, hoping he shows up to claim you?” “Already did that last week. This week I’m going for sobriety and a lot of ass kissing.”

This son of his was too much to his liking … Darcy shook his head as he came out of his daze “I cannot stand the woman….I will have to disappoint your plan.” “Che!!!” Chris sneered “Is she worthy?” “Huh?” Darcy looked at his little brother in confusion. “Night Wing” Chris called out without explaining further; Night Wing walked out of the shadow with someone following him. Everyone’s eyes widened as light shone on the person following Night Wing. If Darcy wasn’t sitting among them, they would have mistaken that person for him. The shadow guard walked towards Adam and winked “Dad, you can close your mouth. It’s only me.”

“If you don’t get the hell away from me, I swear to the moon goddess above, I’ll slice off your favorite appendage and serve it on this platter I’m preparing for one of my best friends. I’ll take it to her. Get out of my face, Zane.” For an omega, Darcy is fierce. It’s one thing that attracted me to her. Beyond her curvy ass and voluptuous breast of course. I would go for her again, but it seems I’ve overstayed my… um… I shouldn’t have tapped that. What the hell was I thinking? Sprinting away, I charge up the stairs. It’s been a while since Xillon accompanied Annalise to her room, and he hasn’t returned to the festivities. He better not touch a single hair on her head or I’ll kill him.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

Any woman would want that body in her bed—Tara included. “He got dumped.” Tristan supplied. Darcy grabbed a towel and threw it at Tristan. The force of the throw caused the towel to smack right on the side of Tristan’s face. Instead of cursing, the older brother laughed and said, as he watched Darcy walking past him toward the stairs that’d lead him up to the high-diving platform above, “Get over it, Darcy boy. She’ll come begging for you again like all of your other ex-girlfriends did.”

The dancer who performed was about to finish her dance, and the guests were tipping her. The vibe tonight was better than the club's birthday party. At least the guests paid for their food and drinks. Tonight's profits were the highest since I opened the club. Enzo was correct—Darcy's influence was tremendous. “Sinclair!” someone called from behind. I thought I heard wrong, but a hand tapped my shoulder. I turned. “Darcy? What are you doing here?” “Please let me enter the security room,” she pleaded. “I lost my rings.”

He enveloped them in the paddles handled and slowly moved them around, the paddles crashing into the water and creating waves. “See, like that” he grinned, slowly letting go of my hands. XXX Hailstorm’s POV “What’s taking them so long?” Lacy groaned as she rummaged through the closet once again, trying to pick something for the evening. It seemed like she was really excited for this party, even if it was with a bunch of werewolves. Lacy had always been a partier, having dragged Kira and me along to a bunch, up until Kira had put her foot down. I, on the other hand, had gotten the partying bug as well. Except well now, now I had a tummy.

she gasped, the fantasy blurring into desperate reality, her body craving their possession. But they weren't done. "Call in Frost," Santa grunted between thrusts, and the door cracked, another elf, Frost, 26 and built sturdy from hauling ice blocks, slipped in, his cock already hard and huge, rivaling Santa's in length. Shy in daily life, Frost's eyes darkened with long-suppressed desire for Dory, the girl who'd shared quiet lunches with him.