Zestial X Carmilla の小説・ストーリー

Jag growled as his giant hands clasped her shoulders and carefully but firmly turned Camille so her back was facing him. Her mouth dried up like a river during the dry season and she struggled to swallow against the lump in her throat. She felt the zip release slowly while material fell slack. Despite his gruff nature, Jag was surprisingly gentle as he coaxed the zipper down. With nothing between them now Camille could feel his breath lightly dance over her skin telling her just how close he was and her heart fluttered in her chest. She sucked in a breath when the heat of Jag's fingertips scorched their path gently over her creamy skin. The followed the line of spine upwards slowly, daring h

My head jerked to the side, the taste of blood filling my mouth. Then, Mandy leaned in close, her words dripping with malice. "Listen carefully, Amelia. I orchestrated Heidi's death. I made Timmy pretend to be sick. I deliberately didn't notify Simon to pick her up and even faked her voice message. I even tempered with the car windows so the wolves could get in!" "Mandy, you'll rot in hell!" I thrashed wildly, desperate to break free and tear her apart. Mandy laughed at my fury, her face twisted with perverse joy. "Look at you, Amelia. You're like a madwoman!"

I slapped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming his name as wave after wave, after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. When I finished, I pulled down my skirt and smoothed out my shirt, making myself look somewhat presentable, but I knew that there must've been a red mark around my throat from the tie. “I believe you promised me a reward.” Mr. douglas retied his tie around his neck, adjusting it slightly. “Fucking you isnt good enough?” he asked, his lips curling into a small smile. He gestured to the door. “Get your things, liza. Im taking you to dinner.”

​Xielle collapsed back onto the cushions, her body shaking violently with a volatile mix of residual rage and a sudden, primal hunger she absolutely couldn't control. ​ ​The very moment she was entirely certain his security detail had watched him exit the elevator bay, Xielle reached frantically for her phone. Her stomach was lurching dangerously, but it wasn't from the thought of the green kale salad sitting on her kitchen counter. She needed something cold. Something incredibly sweet, rich, and intensely tart. ​She quickly dialed a number she knew by heart. It belonged to Arthur—Zeke’s lifelong best friend and the current, internationally famous face of the Z Luxury fragrance empire.

It seemed inconceivable that the person I held dear could be involved in something sinister. I picked up the first document, scanning through the meticulously compiled information. It detailed Zea's connections to known members of the Manifesto group, individuals linked to previous acts of violence and extremism. The connections were not mere coincidences; they were purposeful and calculated. "Here," Lynn pointed at a highlighted section. "This email exchange between Zea and one of the group's leaders. They discuss their plans, their motivations, and their desire to seek revenge for her father's death." As I read the exchange, my heart sank. The words on the screen painted a chilling picture

I met the bluest, sexiest most alluring eyes I'd ever seen on a Mexican man. I recognized him instantly from his tattoos, his massive build and his arrogant attitude. Los Zetas. He was cartel. Holy. Shit. Despite the death I read in his eyes, I could feel myself instantly respond to him; my heart beat faster, my cheeks flushed and my body started to melt right then and there. "You sure you want to do that, chica?" he asked, his deep voice filtering through my angry haze, turning my nipples diamond hard.

Zella His mouth slanted over mine in a kiss that was more possession than tenderness, stealing my breath. His hand at my nape held me in place, forcing me to take every deep, devouring stroke of his tongue against mine. My fingers curled helplessly against the pool tiles as he licked, sucked, teased my mouth in a slow torturous way until I was dizzy, wet everywhere, and trembling like a live wire. “You’re jealous,” he murmured between kisses. “Admit it.”

Carmella (When the demon comes knocking ) Horror, obsessed, supernatural and paranormal By favy18 Three days later Episode 11 "Are you ready? "She asked and I smirked "Ready!!! " "Zo fa Lita nayerza kilati!" She recited repeatedly until I felt my soul been sucked into something that felt like a tube I close my eyes due to the brightness I tried opening my eyes to adjust to the light..... I was standing in a battlefield with so many people fighting, more like strange creatures

That's a stiff and weird smile. “ Wait you look awfully familiar?? ” Carmel said as she took quite fast strides towards me. How the hell did she cover that distance with those small legs??? “ Yes, I've seen those eyes before, devoid of empathy and emotions ” she whispered as she got way to close I could smell her perfume. It has a fruity and more of nature smell and somehow it got to head. “ That's Damien ” Mason said as he stared at me. “ Who the fuck is Damien?? ” Carmel said as she turned back and gave him am absent stare.

He broke our eye contact and walked towards her. "She has to serve as a trainer at Rivermoon Pack. It's close to here. Damien told her to stay," Zeke replied. I was watching Carlo and Celeste when suddenly my eyes narrowed as I noticed something strange. I saw mahogany-red dust spread from Celeste's fingers that wrapped around the nape of Carlo's neck, dancing in the air around him. What the hell is that? I glanced at the others; why didn't they seem to notice anything? Before I could say anything, the dust vanished when Carlo stood up. But he looked like nothing had happened.