Romans & histoires Your Lips Are Venomous Poison

A loud laughter eased through my lips as soon as I made my turn into a silent and lonely corridor. Her face all through breakfast. It was heartwarming to see how sacred she was and how she dreaded knowing that a single mistake would be the end of her. She dared console me, lie, steal, and kiss?. My fingers lingered on my lips, and I stroked them lightly while the memory flooded into my mind: how dare she place those filthy lips of hers on mine? Besides I wasn't up and about bluffing being some princess, yet she was scared to be poisoned. A nutjob she really was, but maybe having a toy to torture around would wouldnt be so hard.

At that time, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "You all want to capture me alive? Don't you think you are overestimating yourselves?" "Thousands miles of blood poison!" After shouting, cold words came out of Yusof's mouth. He quickly bit his fingers, chanted the curse, and then flicked his fingers. In an instant, the blood splashed into the air, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a poisonous mist that quickly spread around. Yes, this was one of the unique skills in the Venom God Scripture. At this moment, when the sect masters saw the poisonous fog spreading, they were all shocked. They took a deep breath and then shouted to retreat.

The fire was roaring in my ears, the flames higher than my head and around me in a complete circle, the shadows behind the fire obscured and barely visible between the flickering or the flames, the loud inhuman shrieks overridden by the waves. I turned in a circle, my heart pounding, and my breathing ragged. I lifted my hands over my mouth to combat the choking smoke that felt like its thick ashy tendrils were crawling down my throat. I coughed and blinked away the tears as my eyes watered, grunting and cowering away from the flames and the wisps of it reached for me, burning my clothes and singing my skin. I screamed in fear seeing the flames lower slightly and the dark monstrous creatures

Her inner self questioned her but she didn't have any answer for it because at that time she thought he would send her away from this cage but forgot about his anger. She even thought that it wouldn't be a big deal but when he attacked on her lips she realised that he was indeed a beast. Her lips were paining and when she took the lip inside her mouth to suck as it will help to reduce the pain but she was welcomed with an unwanted taste that is metallic taste. She realised blood was coming out of her lips and she set the lip free. She rubbed her hand on her lower lip and she felt the lip was swollen..she did the same with her upper lip and the same happened. "Is he even a human?" She got the

Sometimes acting on an instinct doesn't play off nearly as good as I'd think, and I'm pretty sure I'm into something grand. "You look so damn hot when you bite your lip. Damn, if you only knew how much I'd love to see my cock stuck between your lips." Vince groans, and as soon as I make a face at him, my mate's lips twist into a sinister smile. "Speaking of which- on your knees, Hell Flame." Is he freaking serious?

I started biting my lips as seductively as I could, running my tongue along the contours of my lips, leaving them moist and glossy. "I still have the taste of your cock in my mouth," I said in a whisper, looking directly into the camera. "Had I known you had such a tasty cock, I would have long ago come to visit Venezuela," winking and biting my lower lip one last time, cutting the video that lasted less than 1 minute.

2 My once perfect hair now resembled a nest made by a bird with a severe attention deficit issue. One half of my hair wasn't as disturbed apart from the part that was in contact with the wall when he'd pressed me to it. But the other half- the half in contact with the devil's fingers had clearly seen better days. It looked like it had survived two world wars and a zombie apocalypse. Then there were my lips. My oh-so-delicious lips, as Adrian liked to call them, now looked as delicious as a pair of rotten cherries by their swollen appearance with smudged lipstick. Drat! I should've used the smudge-proof ones.

The illusion my venom created was always tailored to the victim’s fears or the immediate surroundings, a seamless patch over the torn fabric of their reality. Checking one last time to ensure we were truly alone, I made my move. My speed was a blur, a gust of wind. Her scream was a choked gasp as I dragged her into the nearest alleyway, my fangs sinking deep into the warm, pliant skin of her jugular. My venom entered her as her blood glided, hot and soothing, over my tongue and down my throat. It was a balm, extinguishing the fire of my need. The first taste was always the most potent—a dizzying rush of life, of fleeting human emotions: sorrow, panic, and beneath it all, a resilient flicker

With her reactions, one can easily tell that she is not used to taking hard substances. “I know your secret,” she said in whispers still gazing upon me. I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. “What's my secret” “Your friend is Ghost and you are a man whore” she said giggling sheepishly. I wasbit subit surprisedsed Vicenzo looked an inch like the type of mafia Don you read in stories and movies. A very scary personality, tattooed body scars to add to his Lordship. Between the two of us, it would be very easy to conclude that he was a ghost since I have never made myself known to everyone.

she said with a smile placing her finger over the top of his lips to shut him up. "What the fuck do you want?." Liam managed to say to the lady wearing black lipstick dressed in an all-black long-sleeved shirt and black pants designed with Many pockets where she stuffed in her weaponry such as guns and knives embedded and mixed with Lycan's poison wolfsbane. "Your Alpha, but don't feel jealous we going to have our own special time before he arrives," she said with a smile and without warning pulled out a bottle of liquified wolfsbane before pouring its content on Liam's stomach, burning and melting his skin immediately.