Novel & Cerita Queen Hazel Footjob

Walking down the stairs, Hazel creased her brows as she heard some strange sounds. She held the tip of her dress tightly and traced where the sound was coming from. As she got closer, confusion was written all over her pretty face and her heart was racing fast. She hoped in her heart that it would not be what she thought it was. “Fuck me harder!! Zeus groaned with pleasure as his eyes were on the sexy lady on top of him. He held her butt and helped her bounce on him harder.

“I’ll set knives in the choke and a silent line past it. If they rush without thinking, they’ll hamstring themselves.” I nod. “And the pits?” “Covered. Blackthorn bracken looks like bracken. It’ll eat a leg if you don’t know where to place your feet.” Hazel’s grin shows her canines. “Do we get to keep souvenirs if they step wrong?” “You can keep a shoe,” I say. “Assuming you make the shot that lost them the foot.” Hazel salutes with two fingers and saunters out the way she came. She never ceases to impress me.

I want my rum! Hazard, who is meters away from me, stared at the top that I threw earlier. His eyes traveled from my bare abdomen to my tomato-looking face. He is completely stunned. His eyes instantly went to the ceiling's direction and tried to walk toward me without looking. My throat went dry and seems itchy for liquor. Hazard took something from his pocket and looked at it. A cuss left his mouth, "shit. This is for kids, that idiot...!" My eyes stared at his parted lips. It is looking so juicy and plump. I want to touch it...

I suddenly felt very uncomfortable about all of this. Looking at the food on the floor, Anna fell silent. I laughed at myself. "Do I look like a joke to you?" Anna said nothing. I sighed and looked regretfully at the food scattered on the floor. Then, I was going to leave again. Anna called out to me. "Zephyr, I've always thought you were one." I turned around, and what I saw was tears rolling down her cheeks. She crouched down and leaned against my knees and sobbed, ignoring the grime all over me.

Mary and Jane approached to welcome them. ""Welcome back My Lady." Jane said, as she was curtsy. "My Lady, I would prepare you a warm bath." Mary said, as she smiled at Hazel. Inside Hazel's chamber, she sat on her dresser with a towel round her body, she stared at the mirror facing her, as she watched Mary styled her hair, while Jane massaged her swollen legs with some coconut oils. "You are so good in styling hairs Mary." Hazel complemented Mary gently. "Thank you my Lady, I am glad you like it. " Mary replied softly with smiles.

I asserted and began moving toward their table. Gavin stopped me and told me to check out the couples dancing. Narrowing my eyes I gasped. “Is that Remy and Styx?!” Chuckling he said, “Yeah, the doctor must have released her.” Torn between both special people I opted for Hazel since Remy was enjoying herself with the Beta. When I reached Hazel, she stood, and my eyes widened in shock. “I got prosthetic legs,” she announced joyfully and I smiled widely. “She's still getting used to them but wanted to try them out in public today,” Nick, her mate added.

She plants her feet flat on the cold linoleum floor and stands straight up. "I do not want the surgery!" Hazel shrieks. "Get away from me! I am going home!" I step back. My boots click against the floor tiles. Asher, my Lycan spirit, wakes up in the back of my skull. He scratches at the walls of my mind. He smells the adrenaline in the room, but he also smells something else. He smells a trap. Look at her feet, Asher growls. Look at her stance. Hazel is balanced. She is not swaying. For three months, she told me her heart was failing. She told me she could barely walk to the bathroom without fainting. Now, she is skipping across the room toward the door.

He was good at pretending to mind his business. She nodded and went to the jewelry shop with Fred while two bodyguards followed Hazel to the shoe shop. Remaining two bodyguards stayed out looking around to see any unnecessary intruders. Hazel had many shoes but all of them had heels even though this time Cyrus did best to not place any heels there. But all of her shoes contains a little heel under them and she needed a shoe she could wear being at home. A comfortable one atleast. She was looking through the shoes when suddenly she felt a presence behind her. Thinking that it might be a worker she kept her gaze fixed on the row of shoes.

Harry spoke sugar coating. Hazel rolled her eyes knowing she has no way out.

There's sarcasm drooling from that statement of hers. "Why?, Thank you" I reply sarcastically "Seriously Hazel you didn't have to do that. Comfort and peace of mind won't pay your bills." "But they're gonna keep me alive and happy. That's the most important thing" "Bestie" she calls calmly as she holds my hands. "Trust me I hate what Mr Romantic is doing to you, he's being very pushy with this relationship issue against your will and trust me I I'll kneel his crotch if I happen to lay my hands on him, but you need that job"