Xxx Madre Borracha Novels & Stories

Xavier says. "Are you talking about Madison Blair? Please take me to her immediately. I know her very well. She is the best damn dark witch I ever knew. I met her when she was still young and at her best. I need to see my old friend," I say. "Sure, let's go. I will go and show you where Madison is. She is staying in an old house at the border of the city. I do not know what went wrong in her life that made her turn into a drunk. I cannot tell you. I know that she is a very good person, deep down. Perhaps she did not like being a dark witch. She does not do good deeds, but sometimes I did see her give food to people experiencing poverty. Perhaps she was trading it for a drink or two, I do not

My father agreed we should go to sleep. Within minutes he was out cold. I moved off him and rolled onto my side. My body felt drained, and my vagina was soar from what my father did to it. I still passed out quickly. I woke up the following morning with my back to my father. He was pushed against me as I laid there motionless. We were no longer under the influence of alcohol. I was terrified at how we would react to last night. Was he going to be upset, I thought. Was he going to be disappointed with me? Because we were drunk when everything happened, I wasn't sure how he would react. I stayed frozen in place when I felt him move. He couldn't see my face, so he didn't know if I was awake. Th

Elina thought the drink was just plain water. How can a nursing mother drink a sharp drink like this. Had wanted to protest, Elina suddenly felt her vision blur, the woman's vision seemed to sway and produce indistinct waves, her head was heavy. Elina almost fell to the floor from her seat if only a strong hand had not held her body. Elina remembered this perfume. She glanced at the man holding her back, but still couldn't see clearly, before the woman was completely struck by sleepiness and drifted off to sleep.

Her mother cut her short before they could even exchange pleasantries, and hung up right after. “Danger” was all Marie needed to hear she got dressed, and dashed right out of the hotel. On getting out, she realized she was in one of the biggest and most expensive hotels in the city, but that was the least of her worries. “At least, I didn’t sleep with an homeless man”

he cussed at me. I stepped forward to argue, but my mom pulled me back from the floor. “Beatrice, let’s leave.” There was meekness, caution, and even fear written all over her face! “Tarni Roth, you pushed me and thought you could just walk away? You truly act like the daughter of a mistress! You have no manners whatsoever!” Immediately after, Tarni grabbed a nearby bottle of red wine and hurled it at us. My mom tried to shield me, but I noticed the bruises and wounds all over her body. They were festering and covered in pus.

—slipped partly into view. Bang! I crashed hard onto the floor, my knees and elbows striking painfully enough to leave dark bruises. Lying on the ground, I raised a trembling hand and struggled to open the door. "Madre!" Carlo rushed inside. At that moment, the door of the guest room next door was yanked open. Marco rushed in, his clothes disheveled. "What happened?" "Madre accidentally fell," Carlo reported with his head lowered, though his gaze briefly flicked toward the corner of the document peeking out beneath the rug.

Scarlett’s POV The liquid went down wrong, burning my throat, making me cough and gasp. Water splashed across the tablecloth, dark spots blooming on the white linen. Cade froze on the staircase. One foot suspended mid-step. His entire body had gone rigid. "What?" Mom's voice cut through the sudden silence. "What child are you talking about, Maddy?" "I'm pregnant." Madison stuffed another mouthful of cheesecake between her lips, chewed, swallowed. "I was going to announce it at dinner, but what better family time than now?"

If there was ever a night where hell decided to throw a family reunion, this had to be it. It just had to, because one minute, Laura had been standing tall, enjoying the attention as she danced swiftly to waltz and whatnots on the dancefloor. The next? She was in hellish pain, her body betraying her, her vision blurring, her baby screaming for help inside her. And now? Now, the world had turned into a fucking nightmare! “Somebody call 911!” Maddie’s high-pitched voice ripped through the air, panic lacing every word.

Isabel could feel her heart beating, as she wondered what'd happened. "Apparently, Jenny had engaged in a drinking spree with her friends, not minding she was carrying our child. According to the doctor, one of the drinks had a mixture of Pulque, a Mexican traditional drink and it'd caused the miscarriage." He relayed unemotionally to her,

She yanked him off her friend's body where he's tightly etched before grabbing her by the arm and taking her into converge behind her back. "You are always a mood ruiner." Xavier remarked, stumbling out of the kitchen with the alcoholic scent arousing in the air even after he was gone. Xavier was never this way before. Of course, he do drink but never to stupor. Just by merely looking at his dispersing figure, she could see how saddened his posture looks like. Was he unhappy? Was that why he went ahead and drunk himself to stupor. "Do you think it's because of his Beta; Circle?" Madonna voiced out behind her and asked as if reading her thought. They both silently gazed at each other as they