روايات وقصص ضمن Ruin In Tagalog

I could feel his seed beginning to leak out, a warm, sticky trickle running down my ass and onto the sheets beneath me. Then, without a word, he pulled out. I felt his cum spill out of me, a warm river that soaked into the mattress. He stood up, pulling his sweatpants back up over his hips, and looked down at me. I was a mess. My hair was tangled, my face was tear-streaked, and my body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. I could feel his cum on my thighs, on the sheets, inside me. I was marked. Claimed. Used.

Abigail shouted. She had someone to open a box. "I fixed your suit. At least take a look!" I glanced at it briefly. The torn areas of the suit had been mended with gold thread, but the once-refined design was completely ruined and looked gaudy. "I already said that I don't want it. No matter how much I once liked something, once it's damaged, it's ruined," I said. I looked at her coldly. "Abigail, I don't love you anymore. I'm Grace's fiance. Please show some respect from now on."

"Paano kayo nabuhay dito sa loob ng limampung taon na walang nakakaalam?" ​Ang batang babae sa gitna, na may mahabang itim na buhok at mga matang kasing-linaw ng kristal, ay humakbang pasulong. "Kami ang mga 'naiwan'. Noong lumipad kayo patungong Mars, ang enerhiyang iniwan ng Icarus Engine ay nag-mutate sa mga spores ng gubat. Ang mga sanggol na ipinanganak sa paligid ng Sierra Madre noong taong iyon ay binago ng 'Hamog'. Kami ang inyong pamana, Alphas."

Ruin Me, Enemy Daddy is dark, heavy and filled with surprises. Please read the following carefully. - Strong language - Explicit sexual content - Violence and graphic scenes - Murder and assassination - Torture - Emotional abuse and manipulation - Coercion and obsessive behavior - Moral ambiguity - Betrayal - Forced proximity and captivity - Death of loved ones This is a dark mafia romance. The love here is complicated and it is costly. The characters are flawed in ways that will frustrate you, unsettle you, and at certain points make you question everything you thought you wanted from a love story. That is intentional and frankly the point.

Violet POV “ Stupid irish brut” I hissed walking to the closet to pick up my clothes for the night. “ I’m going to pay you back for humiliating me and making your stupid guards touch my skin, you arrogant, stupid, toxic dumb head” I screamed at the empty room, throwing a hanger across the room. I caught my reflection in the mirror and stopped dead, I have never looked this horrific, my hair was a mess and clothes were ruined stained with whatever disgusting filth on that warehouse floor.

Non. Nervously, Jasmine let out, her words breaking through his thoughts. “Black.” A small knowing smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Black it is then.” Like the moment of ruin had came, be stepped forward, close enough to let his breath graze her skin. “Since you do not want rewards, Master will punish you.”

Then he leaned down with his lips brushing my ear. “And tonight, I will make you cum so hard that you will forget your own name.” His words made my toe curl. Then he simply walked away without uttering another word, leaving me breathless and soaking wet, making me grip the table for balance. God, help me. I am damned to be ruined. ---

My legs shook and my toe curled as slutty juice seeped out of my cunt, I couldn’t hold back anymore, if he keeps going at this rate, I’m going to— A wave of pleasure pulsed through my body as he increased his pace and my heart pounded so hard that it felt as though it was going to tear right through my chest and jump out. “You know what, it wouldn’t be gentlemanly of me to let you cum in a place like this.” He breathed as he started pulling his fingers out of me, a string of slimy juice following him. “You’re not just some slut, although you look like one.” He added and I would have gotten really mad if I wasn’t in this kind of situation, if I didn’t want him to let me finish.

His response was clipped. “Money rules the world,” I said and he looked out the window. He sat with his back too straight, his jaw tight and his eyes on the road. Did I scare him? I wanted to remind him of old times but instead I focused on the road. I kept on driving until we left the city behind us and what we could see now was graffiti, warehouses and the smell of rust and smoke. These were the kind of places Julian had probably only read about. I noticed how he moved uncomfortably on his seat.