Beautiful Bones Novels & Stories

He looked up once more to see Win moaning and squirming under him. Bright scooted down on his body. He was chewing the milky collarbone. Soft and smooth until he reached his boobies. Something Bright was obsessed with. He loved to fondle his slight buff chest. Not muscles but soft. He was sucking on one nipple while squeezing the other in his hands.

he explains. "I think I'll be fine," I say brushing it off. "Gargoyle bones are made of different material, you know." "What?" says Bennet surprised. "What do you mean?" "I don't remember the exact specifications, but I know that our bones happen to be much tougher than any other beings' bones. I think they're as hard as diamonds if I remember correctly." "Really?" asks Bennet. I smile. "Really," I say, reaching up and brushing a bit of hair of his forehead. Bennet smiles down at me.

Chapter 2: The Rot Beneath The next morning, Atlas wakes with the shape of the girl still burned into his mind. Her white hair, the way she didn’t move even when the wind picked up. She’d looked like she belonged there, a fixture among the dead. His dreams hadn’t been any kinder. He’d dreamt of bones beneath his skin, shifting like they were trying to get out. He'd dreamt of voices whispering in the dark, too low to understand but heavy with meaning.

I have been through so much I am not sure I can endure anymore pain due to someone’s pride. The thought of his rejection has been causing Belle to whimper in agony. She loves Finn truly and completely. I believe he loves me too but sometimes the soul has to endure the worst pain to achieve the ultimate goal. I have been hiding for too long and I thought I was destined for misery and failure for so long. I thought I was born the moon goddesses mistake the one destined to fail. Watching Oliver fight the mate bond she bestowed on us made me realize I should fight. The mate bond is the strongest and hardest thing to fight and he has been successful. I know I love him with my entire soul, the wol

The action was so cold and ruthless. Sabin glanced over her shoulder at her worriedly. The next thing she knew, a sound of bones breaking, cracking filled her ears. She looked past him only to see an unfamiliar face, but she couldn't help but notice He had this allure about him that screamed, 'Don't mess with me, or I'll bite your head off.' When he jerked his arm, snapping his elbow back into place without a flinch of pain. His sharp teeth were extracted, revealing a set of regular human teeth.

London didn’t stand a chance against him. Memories from last night flooded my mind—the scorching kisses she gave me and how tight her pussy was. Bones would never give her that kind of sex, the merciful kind. It would only be chains, whips, and broken bones. I actually felt sorry for her. “What’s taking her so long?” Bones asked with a sigh. “I should be getting back. Besides, I’m eager to play with my new toy.” He grinned in a sickening way, one eye smaller than the other. His teeth were crooked, and he smelled like old garlic.

Beneath The Scars We have marks that tell a story , Stories of who we are , when we climbed through the rocky mountain and fell with our faces on the solid rock , Those marks that thought us never to give up , Those marks that lay beneath the skin . Those marks that always remind us of where we came from and where we have reached. Synopsis

He traced the line of Cale’s nose. Cale opened his eyes. He looked up at Elion. In the harsh light of the studio, Cale’s eyes were a kaleidoscope of grey and shattered green. "You are staring," Cale said. "I'm admiring." "Admiring what? wreckage?" "Resilience," Elion corrected. "And bone structure. You have great cheekbones." "Bone structure is genetic. It is not an achievement." "Staying alive is an achievement." Elion dried Cale’s hair with the towel. He fluffed it up.

However, that is sometimes a blessing for him because his opponents who don't know him well underestimate Max because of his handsome face. Max Levine has a pair of beautiful blue eyes framed by thick, curly eyelashes with a pair of thick, angled eyebrows. His facial bones are high with a strong, straight jaw. His nose is sharp and has been cracked repeatedly by his opponent's punches. His lips are reddish, not too thick, but can soar the high level of imagination of the opposite sex. The man's skin is thickly hairy, slightly brownish, burnt by the sun because he likes outdoor activities. His hair is cut short with a stylish undercut motif adding to Max Levine's handsomeness.

For a second, all I could hear was the sound of my heartbeat crashing against my ribs. Then the silence came. Heavy. Too heavy. Moonlight slanted through the cracks above, cutting pale ribbons through the dark. Shapes swam out of shadow—walls that weren’t whole, a ceiling torn open to the night, marble scattered like bones. And then I saw them. Bones. Dozens. Maybe hundreds. Piled in corners, caught under stone, bleached white and dusted with ash. A ribcage split open beside what had once been a pillar. A child’s skull crushed beneath a fallen beam.