Zestial X Carmilla Novels & Stories

“You’ve got one job: make him happy.” “Got it,” Jasmine muttered under her breath, her stomach tightening at the thought of serving a man with a reputation for being impossible to please. --- The restaurant opened its doors to the city’s elite, and the festive atmosphere buzzed with energy. Garlands of holly and twinkling lights adorned every corner, twinkling fairy lights lined the windows, and a towering Christmas tree adorned the corner. Holiday music played softly in the background. The smell of roasted chestnuts and cinnamon wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the faint chill of December air each time the door opened and customers trickled in, bringing with them the crisp scent of wi

I am so proud of this choice I made in a spur of the moment. She was my bait for the final batch of moles in Sky City. She fears I’ll punish her because some of them touched her elbow and shoulders. However, the most important session is for her to know that I would kill anyone who dares to lay a hand on her, which I did. Carla's dress is so sexy, and I get a hard-on by simply looking at her. “Come,” I take a seat on the couch and tap my left thigh for her to sit down. Carla obeys and quickly sits on my thigh, avoiding my gaze.

He саrrіеd оn rеlеntlеѕѕlу, аnd mу еуеѕ wіdеnеd before сlоѕіng аgаіn, fееlіng mуѕеlf buсk аgаіnѕt thе ісе, my body more thаn еnjоуіng thе ѕwееt tоrturе. Joel’s thumb grazed against my сlіt, rubbіng sweet delicious circles, оnlу hеіghtеnіng mу рlеаѕurе untіl I еvеntuаllу еxрlоdеd, shouting out hіѕ nаmе.

His everything. Dinner turned into pure torture. We ordered takeout and ate it in the living room, but the space between us felt charged like a live wire. Kael kept looking at me with those stormy gray eyes, his gaze lingering on my lips, my cleavage, and the way I kept shifting restlessly on the cushion. He had changed into a simple black t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest and showed off his tattoos, paired with those low-hanging shorts that did nothing to hide the thick bulge I had felt earlier. Every time he leaned forward to grab another slice of pizza, his arm brushed against mine and sent fresh waves of arousal rushing through me. I could smell him clearly, that mix of clean

He just looked at me with eyes that grew darker, as if he was already imagining something I did not understand yet. I swallowed again, but finally nodded slowly. I accepted. What else could I do? Lazarrus walked to his desk, took a thin black folder from the drawer, came back, and handed it to me. On the first page, big bold letters read—A DIRTY DEAL. I opened the pages with shaking hands. My eyes went straight to the opening sentence. “This agreement states that Celeste Harper becomes the personal property of Lazarrus Walkez V...”

she answered looking scared. Before Carmella could lift up her eyes at her mother, Zara had already pounced on her punching her very hard across the face, she dragged her by the upper part of her dress and squeezed really tight on her neck dipping her claws into her skin, her eyes had turned grey and Carmella knew that she was in deep trouble, her eyes slowly went bloodshot, she could feel her legs going cold as she could barely say a word or try to save herself from her strong mother who have over powered her, tears left her eyes, she shook her head slowly hoping that her mother would have pity on her and let go, her stomach and throat were still hurting from the poisoned drink she took at

Her breath caught in her throat as he traced a path down to the curve of her chest, and she lowered her gaze, overwhelmed by a mix of desire and longing. It had become a familiar ritual for Nestor, evoking these soft, almost pleading sighs from Carmela each time he unraveled her defenses in such an intimate manner. Yet, despite the familiarity, there was an unyielding power in the way Carmela’s reactions stirred him, igniting a primal fire within his soul. With each gasp, each quiver, her essence entwined deeper with his desires, fueling his yearning to claim her completely, to lose himself in the intensity of their connection.

“To other wolves? Yeah.” I sat down on the edge of the teacher’s desk because my legs weren’t exactly in the mood to keep holding me up. “Awesome,” I muttered. “Just what every girl dreams of. Werewolf perfume.” Ethan gave me a look, but didn’t smile. “It’s not a joke, Camila. That scent—it makes you trackable.” “Trackable by who?” I swallowed. He hesitated. Then: “The ASD.” “Is that a band or—?”

Their warm breathings brushed on each other's faces. "You are not even closer to Zia Alcazar's preference," she taunted him and placed her palm over his slightly bearded face. "You know the countless number of men and boys, I have rejected all my life…" her voice turned seductive. Zia got closer to his ear. "You should consider yourself fortunate that I let you have me, Damien Karlson," she whispered in his ear and then nibbled on his earlobe harshly.

I try to stay composed while Mark packs. “Don’t worry, Estela. Everything will be fine,” he reassures me. His eyes roam over my body. My anger fades into an unsettling vulnerability, seduced by his words and perfectly defined muscles. His jeans are so tight I could swear I notice something underneath; his beige shirt molds to his body and leaves me breathless. “Grayson sent me the address. Her name is Celine. She’s waiting for us.” I only smile and swallow hard. “I felt something break inside me,” I whisper as I get into the car. “My wolf skin… it was black.”