Hey Zuko Here Novels & Stories

Solano's junior was a meaty giant and she just could not wait to feel it in its full glory inside her. "You want it?" "Yes," "Yes?" "Yes daddy please!" "Call me the name first," Solano brought his face inches from hers, positioning himself at her entrance but also making sure his weight wasn't all on her, "say it my little lady," he placed his tip at her entrance, intensifying everything she was already feeling, "I want you, please, Zaddy." .....................................

Susan could recognize his voice without seeing his face. He stood before them and slowly lowered his hood. It’s Zuka. “I’m here to make a deal,” he grinned. “Let your son bring the mystical brimstone to me, or the girl dies!” He disappeared in a puff of smoke without letting Susan decline or accept the deal.

This person isn't Maxxy,but damn he's Maxxy. I mean he really looks like him. Same eyes,same nose,ear,face and damn same lips....those lips that attracted me wholly to him,strong and sensual. "Where am I please?" ,I asked the confusion eating me up. "Have you suddenly forgotten where you from miss?,Zino village!",he half yelled at me. " Zino village?",I repeated again in confusion. Where is Zino village?,there is no such place as Zino village in the world map.

Not everyone in this room trusted him. “I’m Zen. No family name, I cut all connections with them. My family now consist of Big brother Wind and big sister Sasha. My speciality is something different from everyone. I’ve never killed before and honestly, I wish for as little meaningless deaths in this game as possible. There is a way to clear this death game with as little casualties as possible. I believe we will be able to clear the VR dungeons faster than Guild Carnage can kill everyone because my special ability is the Gamer.”

Zane’s POV “Oh Zane! You have grown up to be such a young man,” she exclaimed happily as if didn’t just see her alive after years, and that too fucking my uncle. “What are you doing here? And how are you alive?” I asked her stoically, not sparing her any good manners.

"He is ridiculously hot. If you decide you don't like him, hook me up." "We'll see. He's really fun to talk to but it's not like we have a whole lot in common." "You don't need to have anything in common to get naked with the man," Geni says without looking up from what she's doing. "Uh, it's a little premature for that, don't ya think?" I quirk an eyebrow in her direction. "Premature to bang Daniel Zavaro? Uh, no. That will never be premature."I shake my head and continue doing Sue's hair. I haven't been to a soccer game since high school. I may have to change that in the near future.

He looks like a ripped God-like model type. A black lion moves closer with a bag hanging from his mouth. Frostbite takes the bag and removes clothing, which he pulls on hastily, trousers, a shirt and dress shoes of black. He pushes back his long white hair as his fellow lions transform and get dressed. “You called me here, Prince of Zidiah. It’s not often anyone can have me leave my Kingdom to chase folly dreams. But you intrigued me with what you claimed to know. I will be forever in your debt if what you’ve told me is true.”

You're in trouble. "Tomorrow, Zayn Black. No disappointment." Dad uttered and I nodded my head then stood up. "No disappointments."

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry, I am here.” Wiping off her tears he smiled while Lana chuckled softly. They both turned around and faced the crowd. “I, Zuhan Zaro, of the Dark Stone pack, take Svetlana as my mate.” Zuhan smiled at her while Lana lowered her head with shyness. She could feel heat rising in her body as her ears got red with heat too.

I didn’t care. I wanted her to see me like this. Unafraid and Unbroken. “Look a’ me,” I said softly. Her lip curled, but she said nothing. “I am not ya dog,” I continued, my voice steady. “I am Zoraya. Daugta of Queen Melody. Sista ta Aaron and Giovanni. And natin ya do we eva put me back in a cage.” Her fingers tightened on the bars until they trembled. Her nostrils flared. But still, she didn’t speak. She couldn’t. Because the truth was already written in my tone.