We shouldn't

We shouldn't

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I inhaled the good shit and exhaled the bullshit. She was sat there right in front of me with her short self, that little waist and those amazing thighs I came to adore, she was extraordinary. She had those luscious pink lips and those long eye lashes that haunt me every night in my dreams, it was always something about her, her aura you could say. The way she carried herself and how her hips swayed when she walked The lust in my eyes were clear as day as I looked into her blue ones, Those same eyes that told a story She knew how bad I wanted her and I think that's what scared her the most. I wanted her in ways that were foreign to me I've never been so needy when it came to a woman Appearance wise I am the Lion and she is the Lamb. But I'm afraid the roles have switched for she holds a power over me I never thought possible. Now I Zayn Malik am the Lamb and she Lilah Rose is the superior Lion. This story contains explicit language and sexual content so read at your own risk and consider yourself warned
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Geovanni Have you ever gotten that feeling that somebody was watching you? And that person who was watching you wasn't normal. I have felt that way all of my life; but then again I felt as if I went missing nobody would even notice or care I was gone. I am 23 and just graduated from college. I was there an extra year because I had to take care of my family. I had to transfer back into the city and pick up the extra work because my mom died, and my dad became addicted to anything that would numb his pain. My little sister and brother would be lost without me here. But now I could care less. A cold breeze blew through my window waking me up from my thoughts. I looked over in the corner and saw that nothing was there. It was odd because I felt like someone well more like something was there. It had to be my imagination getting the best of me. I laid back in my bed and closed my eyes. Then all of a sudden I got the feeling I wasn't alone. But the really strange thing is that even if there was someone in here with me I felt safe. Jordan. I watched her as she slept. In fact I have been watching her since she was born. I have waited half a century to find that one person. I think I have finally settled on her. She was my choice. I know. After being in as many relationships as I have you know things. I felt my fangs tingle. Her blood smelled so sweet. Her heartbeat was steady and strong. I took my tongue and ran it across my fang. The temptation to indulge in her red liquid was far too strong. I let out a low growl and jumped out her window. I was ready for a hunt. "Did you see her Jordan?" "Yes, and tomorrow night you will turn her," "Why do I have to turn her?" "Ezra, you know once you turn them, they hate you," "I didn't hate pops," "You wanted to join though," "True, but first see if she wants to be turn before you jump to conclusions," I nodded my head, before me and Ezra took off to find some fresh blood for the night.

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