A/N// F*ck, Zayd could be my dinner…! I could eat him right up, caz the f*ck? Damn…who’s gonna f*ck me like that? (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っWaaahhh wah…waaaaahhhh…༎ຶ‿༎ຶ The true and awful life of a poor virgin writing smut…send help please! Thanks for the reviews, you guys! And all the comments too, see y’all tomorrow!
Delilah sat on the floor in the dungeon, looking down at her stomach with eyes that were as red as blood. She’d been crying for more than a day now; non-stop. She hadn’t eaten a thing, hadn't drunk a sip of water. He’d succeeded…he’d succeeded in completely breaking her…he’d won. Delilah choked do
Delilah’s hand gripped around the pocket knife, just as the door was pushed open again. Beatrice stood to her feet immediately, looking back at Jake who seemed more murderous than ever. He glanced down at Delilah on the floor and then back at her. “What did I tell you? What did I f*cking tell you?!”
Jake rushed her to the hospital. She was choking up blood, going in and out of consciousness. He didn’t want her to die, she couldn’t die…history couldn’t repeat itself…this; it couldn’t f*cking happen again. He didn’t know why he cared, but he did. His wolf was restless, shifting and howling in hi
She became bitter towards him, every insult that came from her mouth would end in her being almost unable to walk. He’d beat her until she was just about crippled, and when his mate got pregnant with a child, he turned against Jake too. Jake wasn’t going to be the alpha, even though he was the firs
Zayd ran his hand through his wet hair, looking over at Quinn who stood beside him in the shower. She was glaring, arms folded across her chest. He scoffed playfully at her. “What? You’re the one who promised to spend every second, every minute and every hour of today with me.” “I didn’t say that…I
There was a crowd around the elevated area of the grounds, waiting for the real show to begin. Some of them were drinking, some were filling their guts with the food being served, and some were gossiping…wondering if this would go just as it did the last time. Would they have to do this a third time
Quinn wrung her hands in front of her…she was nervous, this was the second time she stood up on a podium, but this time she was giving herself entirely to a different man. She didn’t feel the shame she should…instead there was this joyful feeling that flourished around her fleetly beating heart. As
She could feel the bond like she’d never felt it before; something magnetic, powerful and magical flowing like blood all throughout her. They were becoming one; numerous emotions were flashing across their minds, flooding from one only to drown the other… Love; pure and unconditional love… Anxious