Yaoiholic Novels & Stories

Sensing the situation gradually shifting in his opponent’s favor, Goyo shouted, “Taichu, Yiulia, Cosimeon! Are you three crazy?” Taichu suddenly appeared and replied, “Damn right, I am! If you want to hurt my man, you’ll have to get through me first!” Yiulia waved her hand, and a beam of light killed dozens of divine beings consecutively. Then she shouted coldly, “The Yin governor is my best friend. You want to kill her? Over my dead body!

Good Heavens! Yuri is really trying to kill herself, isn’t she? Tohya sighed. “If you’re trying to get yourself drunk, it won’t work, Yuri,” he said with a sigh. “You know that. All Phantoms are trained to not get ourselves hammered. It’ll take a lot to get us drunk. And I have never seen you drunk anyway.” Ren glared at Tohya over Yuri’s shoulder, and Yuri was fixing Tohya with a dangerous glare. The last thing that they both wanted was to get Tohya started on one of his lame jokes on how teenagers and liquor do not mix.

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

Yang Jian was casting Emperor Hou Yi’s ultimate technique? That was right. Yang Jian was indeed casting Emperor Hou Yi’s Eliminate Heaven and Earth Slash. Previously, Yang Jian not only found many treasures left by Emperor Hou Yi in the North Moana Palace when he was pronounced as the Emperor but also received many of his ultimate manuals. The Eliminate Heaven and Earth Slash were one of them. In truth, Yang Jian had never thought of using his final ultimate technique in front of so many people due to his status. However, Yang Jian was aggravated and he did not care anymore on that day upon seeing so many people coming to help Darryl.

"This sweet innocent girl my wife hired. I'm going to ruin you, Chloe. Turn you into my little secret slut while she's gone." Chloe moaned softly. The grinding felt so good. His thick cock slid easily between her thighs, slippery with her wetness. The head bumped her clit again and again. She could feel every vein on his shaft as he moved. Damien kept one hand on her sore, red ass, squeezing it while he rocked. The other hand reached around and pinched her nipple through her top.

Silas looked at his star player, his eyes dropping to the messy sheets and the feminine perfume lingering heavily in the air. He let out a long, disappointed sigh, shaking his head. "Seriously, Julian? You’ve got a big match today, a massive name on the line, and you're here messing around with some hoe..."

“I master Zhiyu-Moya very well. In fact, almost all Yokomoya users think that Zhiyu-Moya has disappeared from the earth. Come on, I'll show you the magic my skill can do, brother!” Tianlun Le said the day before to Patriarch Yuan Kai.

And despite herself, despite the shame and the ache between her legs, Yumi whispered back, “Yes.” Yumi leaned against the tiled shower wall, hot water streaming down her back. Her body still ached…hips sore, thighs trembling, cunt swollen and raw from how hard Yeohan had taken her against the wall. She tried to close her eyes, to wash it all away, but the phantom of his hands still lingered on her skin. On the other side of the glass, Yeohan stood at the sink. He had thrown on a shirt but hadn’t buttoned it, hair damp from running wet hands through it. He wasn’t watching her directly, but the mirror betrayed him…his eyes never left her reflection.

Apart from the fact that his father counted heavy stacks of billions every day, ranked as the most eligible divorced bachelor every time, topping the pages of the wealthiest in the country—his son Soren was also on a whole other high. Soren Gregory—the perfect fucking hockey god. Oh man, he was hot. You wouldn’t understand. It wasn’t performative of me saying this shit, but Soren was fucking gorgeous. Like most hockey players, Soren was six-four in height, black wavy hair always pulled into a bun, and when he let it all down… let’s leave that to your imagination. Pierced the top of his ears—not the tip. His godlike, perfectly built body had not a single scar or tattoo on it, well except behi