Novel & Cerita Xena Fiction

"Look at us, we are a complete mess!" "So?" "So?" Stefanos was finding Xenia's answers quite crazy and bizarre, wondering what kind of lady was okay with being covered in mud all over her skin. But then again, Xenia was not just any woman. She was an Omega who steals flowers from an Alpha’s garden. Xenia giggled all of a sudden, sitting up and staring with mischief in her eyes at Stefanos who was having a hard time trying to balance himself on one elbow. "We haven't got to the fun part yet."

Emma said. Xena slid three needles between her fingers. “Do not make the mistake of underestimating me.” she growled and threw the needles at Emma. Emma caught the needles easily. “I can see everything you are about to do, Xena, even before you think of doing them. I thought you everything you know.” “You are cheating,” Xena declared. “You are using your powers!”

When Alex accidentally saw this joke, he was amused. Now the joke had become a living reality, but Alex couldn't laugh. On the contrary, he felt very sad. He felt sad for Xena, who was so vain that she had no bottom line. Fortunately, although Isla was the flesh that fell from Xena's body, it was mainly inherited from Victor's character. Like Alex, Cynthia was speechless about Xena and did not know what to say. Isla was used to this, and her focus was different. She approached Xena in a daze and asked expectantly, "Mom, is what you just said true? You really don't be interfere my marriage?"

Not under my watch as Alpha will I let that happen, Never. XENIA'S POV The last time I felt this shocked was the day I started seeing my menses as a teenager, believe me, it was a very spectacular experience. Suffice to say, after the first day of that trance, I've kept on having strange dreams and a recurring pull to travel. The last dream I had this night; I was at a waterfall in the woods, wearing animal skin two piece about diving into the water with an approximately 6'5 brown skin tan man, he had the most amazing smile and was drop down gorgeous in a manly way, he took my hand and I looked into his light brown eyes and then we jumped from the cliff straight into the water. I never felt

Xena was despirate at this moment and her eyes stared into Jenna's eyes, hoping she would hear goodnews from Jenna's lips. "No, there's nothing I can do. A witch can do anything except make a man fall deeply in love for her. She is only able to change her appearance so he can fall in love but he loved me, he's just really violent," she explained with a sad and quiet tone. I sighed, pacing around after letting go of her shoulders. My rans hand past my hair and I began to exhale with my lips. "Are you alright?" She asked, gazing at Xena who seemed to be having a panic attack.

He was good, like really good. As I turned the next page, I found not the eyes of a wolf but the eyes of Katarina staring back at me, her beautiful hair cascading over one side of her shoulder and a beautiful smile lighting up the curves of her lips. Damn, he got every single detail of Katarina perfect, right down to the tiny scar she had on the corner of her eyebrow. Honestly in real life its near invisible to the eye, the only telltale that it was even there was the slight lack of hair where her eyebrow should be but nowhere near noticeable unless she told you the story of how she had acquired it. I turned another page yet again finding another portrait of Katarina only this time she was a

Raw. Xena turned to me, about to speak. I spoke first. “I’m pregnant.”

Chapter 135 Desk Punishment. Lena’s POV The morning after felt like walking through a dream I could not quite wake from. I sat at my desk trying to focus on emails, but every shift in my chair reminded me of the night before. My nipples still tingled beneath my blouse, they were sensitive from how eagerly Mr. Kane had sucked and bitten them. I had followed his instruction and skipped wearing panties today. The cool air of the office brushed against my bare skin under the skirt, keeping me constantly aware of my own exposure. It made me feel naughty and alive in equal measure.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.