روايات وقصص ضمن Yaaoi

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Tomorrow the Prophecy Child would die. Aria sat alone in her stone cell, the heavy chains still wrapped around her wrists. The runes etched into the metal glowed with a faint, persistent light, constantly draining her power. A single candle flickered on a narrow ledge near the wall, its small flame casting dancing shadows across the rough stone surfaces. For hours she watched it burn, her thoughts drifting far beyond the bars that held her. The flame was small and fragile, yet it refused to surrender to the darkness. It reminded her of someone. Of Ryan. The thought brought a sad, bittersweet smile to her lips, small but undeniably real in the dim light.

Osiris As Eva and I walk out of the house into the backyard, I can feel the weight lifting off her shoulders with every step. It’s subtle, but it’s there—she’s finally free of Darius. The rejection vow is done, the bond is severed, and now it’s time to move forward. I spot Nero and Camellia sitting by the edge of the yard, watching Nereo and Sophia play. Nereo is running around with a soccer ball, and Sophia is chasing after him with that carefree laughter that only kids can muster.

This would be so much easier now that he was here—easier and fun. I go to my tent and call my men to get me one of the pack sex toys. I wanted a man this time. I need to find out the cruelest way to rape Mary's son, Angel. They bring me a young warrior we kidnapped from a small pack, and the fear in the boy's eyes turns me on. - What's his age? - I asked my two men. - He's nineteen boss. Perfect. Very close to Angel's age. - Undresse him and handcuff him to my bed. I'm going to have some fun with that pretty boy.

After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes. "Hey, Ava right?" "That's what the screen says, isn't it?" I snap with a smile. "Feisty, Love that." Before she gets the chance to speak more, another girl with blonde hair, blue eyes and an abnormal amount of lipgloss walks over to me. "Look, I just want you to know that you're not anything special just because you have a unique grade, you might have been where you came from; but in here, I call the shots, okay? So do yourself a favor and stay out of my way."

Yara's voice chimed from the doorway, seeking permission to enter the girls' room post-lunch. "Absolutely, come on in." Giada welcomed her friend with a warm gesture. “It feels like forever since we had a proper chat. I heard about your showdown with Brynn, courtesy of Ayanda,” Yara mentioned, recalling an earlier incident during the semester. "Oh, that? That was ages ago," Giada chuckled, reminiscing about the incident. “But she had it coming. Ayanda swooped in like a superhero, though,” she added, crediting her friend for diffusing the situation.

Leia cackled with laughter as she teased her. She sputtered at her friend, "Leia, I'm not blushing!" with annoyance. Leia chuckled. Oh, la la! Emily, I'm sorry but I just don't buy that. Emily rolled her eyes in response to Leia's grating manner of speaking. I'm not blushing.' She succeeds in persuading her. There is no reason to be embarrassed about it. It's very sweltering in here, don't you know!' She responded to the criticism.

***mature content*** Aayana's POV - I am resting my head on Iru's shoulder. She is wrapping her arms around me. I gently place my left hand on her right boob. "Baby, I want to give you something. May I? " I am looking at her neck.

What surprised me was the bruises on his half-naked body and his being chained to a collar with a stars-damn leash. When Jase collars and leashes, it’s fun. I don’t mind being his hound, but when we play, Jase has never once abused me like what has been done to Carson. Did Razor ever give him a safe word? Probably not, since his play isn’t sexual regarding men. It’s mental. Mine is Dorayaki. It’s my favorite dessert I get whenever I visit Japan on business with Ryder. They are mini pancakes that sandwich savory meats and red bean paste between them. Yum!

Like they were being controlled by her, being called forth by her. A wild storm raged above us with lightening striking the ground and thunder rattling the very air around us. The static from the storm combined with the electricity from Jenevive caused tiny balls of light to begin racing through the room. The tension had boiled to the point of exploding, which it did out of her mouth. She let out an echoing blood curling scream that bounced off the wall and swirled around and around. If I had thought the Soul Eater's scream was high pitched and ear splitting it was nothing compared to Jenevive's.