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One, the monsters from those stories aren’t real. Two, the monsters in the real world are even more terrifying.
The real monsters are human.
Plus, it was obvious that I was bisexual at age fourteen when I first saw The Mummy and I wasn’t sure if I wanted Brendan, Rachel or to be between them.
You always hear people say that they wished they had enjoyed the people they lost a little more before they were gone. Wished that they’d loved them harder, appreciated them deeper, or made the most of the time that they had. Not me. I don’t have a single regret about how I loved her. She was my everything, and I made every single second with her count. So no, I don’t wish I had loved her harder, I wished I could have loved her longer.
He didn’t respond, he didn’t even flinch at my juvenile greeting. He just...watched me.
Heuuu non stp peut tu parler
“You’re going to wish you never fucking touched her,” I heard a voice whisper. It was threatening, dominant, and calm, like a viper poised to attack.
I saw red. I knew I had shifted, feeling the tell-tale prick of my fangs against my bottom lip as I wrapped my fingers across this bastard’s neck and pulled him back. I felt my elongated and pointed nails dig into his flesh, and it took every ounce of self-restraint to keep from ripping his spine out through his neck and feeding it to him.
😀👍
“You’re going to wish you never fucking touched her.”
She was so petite. So vulnerable.
“Hey there, Darlin’. I
They saw me too. They noticed me. Good thing you can’t hear someone’s internal screaming, because AHHHHHHHHHHH!
“No, Athena, don’t worry, love.”
“You don’t get to feel one ounce of guilt about what that asshole tried to do to you.”
I was glad that they didn’t hurt him,
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Hmm. Athena. Such a sensual name for such an appetizing woman.
I might have torn off his dick and gagged him with it.
“There she is,” Silas exclaimed, grabbing his roses from the ground, his eyes fixing on a point at the far end of the pier. He was smiling like a love-sick fool.
Awwwwww❤️
bike. I caught a glimpse of black lace panties as her dress rode up, and suddenly my clit was throbbing. Begging for the chance to rub against those panties and what lies beneath them.
He liked what he saw too.
I was very happy finding my pleasure in the sweet folds of women.
There was something strange about the way we all reacted to her being threatened. Even Orpheus had lost his cool, breaking his own rule to not kill the boy.
I wanted to taste her, to sink to my knees and run my tongue over her center, send her into a shattering orgasm where she could do nothing but scream my name. I wanted to wear her thighs around my head like a crown. I wanted her. Plain and simple.
“What kind of books do you read?” I took a step toward her, boxing out Laz who seethed behind me. They can suck my dick, it was my turn to have her attention.
“I’m a fan of romance. But none of that PG shit. No, I like the down-and-dirty stuff.”
“Keep going, baby girl,”
So my girl likes to play games then? Good. Let’s play.
His lips crashed into mine,
ATHENA: What if I fall apart when they leave? DAVIA: Then that means you were healed enough to break.
“Or just stupid,”
She’s got a pretty face, sure. But no one is worth ruining my family for. No one.
No, there was no happy ending here. There couldn’t be.
“You don’t look like one of those girls who likes pussy,”
😀🖕
“And you don’t look like an asshole so… wait, actually I guess you do.”
“You gonna tell me you’re a faggot too?” He said as he looked my way. “Get on out of here. We don’t want your kind in here.”
Puteeeeeeeee😘
glanced at Samara who looked back as if to confirm what I already knew. We had found our mark.
J’espère
“I said I wasn’t here for boys,” she whispered, seductively. “I’m here for the men.”
I had to force myself not to roll my eyes.
Infuriating, stupid human.
Ferme ta gueule thank you
She was going to get us all killed.
He was the type who’d never care.
His mouth was on her neck, sucking away. How ironic.
“You belong in the stars, Athena.” She looked at me in question. “Your beauty is too captivating to view so closely. I fear you may have ruined me for everything. Museums, flowers, art. You are the most stunning thing I’ve ever witnessed, Darlin’. Nothing will ever compare again.”
“I will spend the rest of my life worshiping you, Athena. If you let me.”
How is it that it took me a century to feel comfortable in my body, but only a second to feel so at home in hers?
I realized that I craved everything with her. Not just the physical moments that her body belonged to me, and mine to her, but the soft, quiet moments like this. I wanted to wake up next to her, I wanted to make coffee in our kitchen, I wanted to watch tv late into the evening, I wanted long car rides, I wanted grocery runs, I wanted normal. I wanted a life. I craved the mundane with her.
A raspy, violent sound ripped from their throats. A single word, spoken in terrifying unison, had my entire body clenching in fear and uncertainty. “Mate.”
