Semua Bab Exiled wolf bride: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Monica Vardanovna Kardashian belonged to the category of so-called strong and independent women. And if such epithets used in relation to ladies often contain a fair amount of irony, then speaking of Monika Vardanovna they could be used without a shadow of hidden meaning.At 32, Monica was head of human resources at a car dealership. Monica got into the chair of the top-level manager not through the bed, but solely due to her business qualities, strategic mindset and a certain amount of luck, without which, as you know, not one, even the most purposeful and outstanding employee, will achieve significant success in moving up the career ladder .The exotic name of Monika Vardanovna corresponded to her bright Mediterranean appearance with large brown eyes, a well-shaped nose, a raised chin, dark skin and long dark hair. Her height was about 165 centimeters of an almost slender figure with arched calves. It was enough for Monika Vardanovna to hear the name and surname of any of the 653

Natalya slid down so low that she was almost lying in a chair. One of her legs, bent at the knee, broke out the armrest, and the other, like a heavy log, lay on Monika Vardanovna's back. Somewhere between her legs spread out in all directions was a head, paying her the debt of Sergey's boss. The very head of Monika Vardanovna was not visible, because she was under a black cloud of her tousled hair, which Natalya fluffed up, experiencing special pleasant sensations from their thick silkiness and wonderful smell.Natalia began to scream from the coming orgasm. Monika Vardanovna also screamed, but not from orgasm, but from panic caused by asphyxia. The screams she emitted remained in the womb, because her mouth was smeared into Natalya Andreevna's genitals.Finally, Natalya stopped pressing Monika Vardanovna's head on herself and relaxed her hands, which were tangled in her hair. With dull eyes, she watched the mop of hair between her legs stir. Freeing herself from her hands, Monika Var

The cardinal sighed, got up and walked in circles along the linen walls. In motion and thoughts began to run faster. The way out of the mousetrap was found quickly, but the path to it promised to be thorny and long. If it can be passed at all. Moreover, the main role in the implementation of the plan belonged to other people whom Gaetano could not fully control. And the weakest, as well as the most important place was Lorenzo. Which time. The Inquisitor had been restless in recent months as he began to rely too heavily on his second in command, so close to being dependent on his own subordinate. Therefore, the cardinal pushed back and forth a little more, wondering if another solution to the problem would appear on the mental horizon. But - alas! - the original idea remained the only one.Time was against Gaetano, and he did not hesitate any longer.“Our only trump card is the Wolf Ruby,” the cardinal began preparations from afar. - If we get the artifact, then we will dictate the ter

The glade and the house looked exactly as it seemed to Arman from Vlad's story. Silence hung over the clearing in the forest, and it was not much brighter here than under the canopy of leaves. The clouds completely covered the sky, and a small, nasty rain sowed from above, climbing with cold fingers behind the scruff of the neck. Therefore, the Frenchman did not see the notorious grass silvering in the moonlight and the wolf luminary itself.The hut is old, rickety... If it were not for the reflection of the fire in the small window, it would seem like a long abandoned wreck. Considering that this was the first example of local architecture seen by Arman, there was no favorable impression of the world. “Does everyone here live like this? Or is it only those who hobnob with animals? For greater unity with nature, so to speak ... "The werewolf guide left them at the edge of the tree line, without stepping into the open space, disappeared, as if dissolving into the darkness, silently, l

They walked through the oak forest for the third day. From time to time they deviated to the side, but, having heard a mournful howl, they corrected the route. Somehow the responsibilities were assigned. Cesare and Vlad took turns shooting at the birds for food. In the best of times, the boy would have coped alone, but now, with a not quite capable left hand, it was inconvenient for him to pull the bowstring, the arrows quite often went “into the milk” and they had to be searched for a long time. Arman was cooking game on a fire lit by common efforts. The mercenary was slowly mastering the difficult art of using flint and flint. At night, they took turns standing on the clock. No one wondered why this was necessary, because there was no third-party danger, but it was more familiar and calmer.And oddly enough, there were no more conflicts. It is not clear why this happened, but although neither of the men had any special positive feelings towards the other two, nevertheless, quite sta