Novels by Babs

"Evening son." I could hear the suspicious tone in my mothers voice, coming from the darkness. I looked around and saw she was in her room. There was only one reason for this summons. "Evening mother." I greeted her."How are you?" (Cut the crap) I thought to myself, she has never cared for one of us. She was stalling or buying time. "Same as always." I shrugged. "Is the job done?" I could hear the threat behind her words. (No mother, I fell for the girl that I had to kill. But guess what, I won't be killing her. I will be taking her with me, and we are going to disappear. Somewhere, no one will find us. I haven't told her yet, but I don't think she will have a problem with it, even though she probably will. So, mom, what do you think of my plan? Do I have your blessing? No, I have never had your blessing for anything, have I...) She interrupted my mental conversation. "Well?" I could hear the supressed anger in her tone. "She is probably dead." I lied. "What?!"

I could feel her, I could feel what she was feeling and exactly where she was in the house. We created a blood bond by accident, with her blood running through my vains and my blood running through hers. If I didn't know about the blood bond, she would be able to feel me as well. Fuck I didn't realize that she actually pierced my skin and swallowed some of my blood. It felt fucking amazing though. Even though it was the first time for me, I still had the advantage of knowing about it. Knowledge was power. She was still so innocent and knew so little about our world. I could feel her yearning for me, and I could also feel that tint of confusion. I could guess what she was trying to figure out, but how I wish I could read her thoughts now. I wanted to go to her, but I couldn't. This wasn't supposed to happen. I wonder what she would think if she knew that I was supposed to kill her. If she knew that my mother killed her father, and now the son has to kill the daughter

I was afraid that I would be a cat again once I opened my eyes, but it was a great relief to see that I was still human. When I looked at him, he was still asleep, which probably meant that it was still daylight, and I got excited prematurely. That would explain the absence of furr. His arm and leg were draped over my body, and it tightened around me when I tried to slide out underneath it. After a moment of contemplation, I tried again, but his arm tightened around my waist again. "I need to use the bathroom." I whispered. "Hmm." he replied, but he did not let go. "I need to pee!" I said louder. Still nothing. "Oi! I need to piss!" I hissed and gave him a wet willy. His eyes flew open instanlty, and he let me go. I jumped over him and grapped his T-shirt before dissapreaing into the bathroom. It was pure relief as I emptied my bladder just in time. Then it hit me as I felt the tenderness in and around my vagina, I just gave my virginity to an egotistical, abusive, evil

He pulled me closer and deepened the kiss. His arms encircled me, pulling me tight against him. I could feel his legs intertwining with mine. His thigh was grinding against my vagina and the friction made me lose all good sense. I was a fumbling, mumbling mess, and all I wanted was that feeling of skin to skin contact. I tried to unbuckle his belt but my hands would just not work proparly, my fingers were dumb and clumsy and I could just not get the right place to pull or push to get the damned thing off. So I skipped that and pulled his shirt over his head. When our lips met again, I went back to his belt to find that it was already unbuckled. He smiled against my lips, and I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment. I hoped he could not see the pink line tinting my face. But he definitely saw it, he started humming the tune; 'pussycat, pussycat, I love you.' while tracing the pink line over my nose and cheeks. His fingers brushed over my lips before he kissed me

I shook my myself a few times, but my body refused to function correctly at that moment. He placed a bowl of milk in front of me, but I just gave him a look of pure disgust. I could not believe that he thought he could buy my forgiveness for almost choking me to death. I knew that he could if he wanted to, but he needed to know that I was not a toy to play with. I have been that evil son of a bitches toy for too long and I will not be this one's. I would rather die than be someone's mannequin again. As soon as I could stand proparly without swaying, I walked to the bedroom, not sparing him another glance. "Women." He huffed after me. I could imagine him rolling his eyes at me. He came into the bedroom with a syringe filled with the milk. "Why do you have to make it so fucking hard." He asked as he scooped me up. I clawed and bit him but he just held on tighter. He forced the syringe down my throat and kept my mouth shut to ensure that I swallowed the milk down. As soon as h

He lost control of his emotions for a moment, and his aspect was rolling over him before he regained control, and he was back to normal. You could still feel the static of his anger in the air, though. An awkward silence filled the room. He was staring at his hands, and I was staring at him. Normally, I would not mind the silence, but this silence was actually becoming painful. "You should really put on a T-shirt." I immediately regret saying that, and he made it worse by answering; "Why should I hide all this?" pointing at his rock-hard abs. I should have kept quiet, but hell no, I started something. I threw my legs off the bed and started walking to the door before I said something I knew I would regret. "Where are you going?" He said, his anger rising once again. "If you do not mind, I would most surtenly not like to be squished by your big head." On the way to the kitchen, I said a little louder; "By the way, I ate your burger." "It was yours." He yelled b