Izzabelle’s sudden silence and blank stare had brought Ethan into confusion. Was breaking the serpent’s leg matters to her that much? They keep their meaningful gazes locked to each other’s faces as the two were both lost in their train of thoughts. Just then...
“Let go of me! Bastard!”
“Miss, stop squirming!”
A woman’s loud wailing brought the couple back to their senses. Both tilted their heads in unison towards the source of the loud noises.
Izzabelle raised a brow and inquired seemingly amused at the sight of the struggling woman. “Was she the one who approached you earlier?”
Jack was about to drag Oliver away together with the others and took their leave after they bid their goodbyes to the couple when Violet shouted out...“Hold on! Miss, please... could you, could you take me with you?” Violet desperately pleaded with eyes full of grievance.Ethan stared coldly at his so-called old acquaintance. ‘What was this b*tch serpent up to?’ He thought to himself as he stood up from his chair gracefully. He was alarmed by the woman’s begging towards Izzabelle. His gut sensed something unusual about Violet’s desperation and he was determined to warn Izzabelle about it!The female boss couldn’t help but squint her hazel eyes towards the woman. Her scrutinizing gaze penetrates through the lady&rsqu
On their way to Ethan’s flat, Izzabelle’s stomach kept on rumbling furiously. She had been clutching it since they hopped into their Bugatti to muffle the embarrassing sounds and she couldn’t bear it any longer. She was about to give up when her eyes caught of a certain barbecue shop beside the road. Her eyes twinkled with excitement in an instant! “Ethan, stop right there...” she pointed her finger towards the shop which was named IS GRILL DINNER few meters ahead with so much joy plastered on her beautiful face. She could finally have her desired food once again! Delicious or not, she is willing to gamble a hundred percent just to have a taste of that food again! “Grrrrrpppp...” Izzabelle couldn’t help but
Ethan widened his eyes in astonishment when he’d come to realize that his woman was exactly the model on the painting herself. Unwilling to believe his eyes had seen, he averted his gaze from his woman towards the painting again and vice versa several times in a row. “Babe, when... when did this happen?” His question came out as a gentle whisper as he could feel a sudden tightness on his chest. He wants to hug his woman and whisper something that soothes her sadness for that year. Though it’s too late for that at least he wanted her to share it with him. “3 years ago...” the woman’s voice faltered in slight beneath with sadness and bitterness. The man stared at his woman tenderly b
Izzabelle then get a hold of her man’s hand, entwined their fingers, and dragged her man out of the shop cautiously. She could sense the dangerous aura Ethan had emitted earlier. But why? She was confused! She didn’t do anything wrong, did she? Ethan on the other hand was pissed off. He went muted and just let his woman dragged him out of the shop like a lifeless puppet controlled by a set of strings. The couple hopped in their car without any words uttered to each other. Ethan settles himself on the driver seat in a seatbelt secured and Izzabelle did the same at the co-pilot seat. He started the engine into life a
“Ughhh... babe that’s enough...” Ethan released his woman’s head when he felt that he was about to burst inside her mouth. He wanted her to lick him dry but not at this moment! His woman was trying to please him and he was also feeling the same. Hence, he took hold of his woman’s slender waist and placed her slowly on the driver seat. He fixed himself in difficulty in between his woman’s thigh. Izzabelle was still on her black laced panties but the middle was showing her slight wetness. She was now itching on her spot and she wants her man so much! Her core was now throbbing, ready to be praised! “Ahhh... baby, please...” she pleaded, her nerves were shaking in anticipation for her
Izzabelle was on her relaxing nap when she felt something went wrong with her breathing. She couldn’t help but release out a soft moan of suffocation. Her lungs were already losing their air and it seems like someone was depriving her of breath and her eyelids are now drooping, heavy to open. She’s having difficulty in breathing? What’s wrong with her? She was fine earlier, wasn’t she? “Hmmm...” she tried to grab something to hold onto and she did find something hard to hold on to then she’d breathe again. Thank god! Slowly... she took some air back to her deprived lungs. Greedily... she stuffed her diaphragm with so much air that she needed it and gently opened her eyes. The next second... a huge face of her man appeared on her sight wearing a devi
The woman’s eyes turned mischievous as she checked on her man’s perfect muscular body up and down. Her intense gaze was penetrating. It stopped at his hardened member. Her hand was itching to grab it and sucked the hell out of him! Just thinking of it made her insides clamped tight and wet. She was really in a damned mess while fantasizing about her man’s nudity. Geezzz... her man was driving her crazy! A month ago before her homecoming, she was cursing a couple that was f*ucking their brains out on a dark alley as she was feeling so disgusted hearing their annoying moans and grunts! But now, she’d come to realize that sexual pleasures did enjoyable with the man she loved, whereve
A melodious voice of an older woman echoed from the back of her head... “Izzabelle Smith, my favorite apprentice... I know you’re such an amazing person with a huge heart... you help those people without asking any in return. But fate has something for you in return...” the older woman stated as she starred at Izzabelle with her emotionless green eyes. “I, Guilla Shadow, as one of your mentors and master in this training field, declare and entrust you to take over my leadership on my organization.” She continued as she shifted on her seat comfortably. Her dominant and distant voice rang to her ears. She looks intimidating but Izzabelle wasn’t intimidated nor faltering at all. “But... but why me? How about your descendants Master? Wouldn’t it be nice