Caine X Bubble Novels & Stories

Kian suddenly shouts. They got startled when the window of the café broke because of a canister that was thrown. "Myron, Sean!" he called out and the two knew what to do. Myron created an air bubble while Sean used his telekinesis to pull everybody inside the bubble except Kian. "What was that?!" Jax asked alarmed "Poison" Vance simpered "Poison?! Then why did you left my mate out there?!" Kaleb snapped. He tried to go outside the bubble but he can't get through.

While his thoughts were suggestive, I understood that it was a starting point for us. Kane took charge of preparing the bath, and I eagerly joined him. The warm water enveloped me, melting away the remnants of the journey's fatigue and tension. Returning home brought a sense of comfort, and the soothing lavender scent of the bubble bath only enhanced the relaxation. Kane's touch was persistent, his hands wandering as he pleased, an unspoken promise of the passionate night that awaited us.

I asked as he walked. “I want to fuck his memory out of you”, Caine said. “Oh yeah?” My voice nearly broke. “I don’t want you to even remember his name” he continued, like he had not heard my squeaky reply. “And then?” I prompted. “Put you to sleep,” he finished. “Do it” I whispered. "First, I have to wash off the scent of the new sheet from you and the smell of the kitchen off me. Give me a minute, I'll run a bath" he said.

“What intrigues you most about this little treat?” “Honestly, I don’t know. I mean they have beautiful Mocha skin, and rich, warm chocolate eyes, these perfect, high cheekbones, and a slender body, and while I hadn’t seen it until later, a perky, bubble butt, but it wasn’t any of those things, It is something invisible that I can’t really explain.” I slam back a shot of something interesting. I am not sure what it was called because Candy brought the shots to the table after her performance. “Am I a bad person? Am I wrong for wanting to throw caution to the wind?”

Cain replied. "Anyway, there's something important I need your help with, Richard," Cain leaned over with excitement. I was intrigued by his request since he rarely asks for any request. "What is it? If there's anything I can do, I'll do my best," I responded. His excitement was palpable as he said, "I think I have a crush on Haze." The shock of his words made me choke on my water, coughing and sputtering as I struggled to regain my composure. It took a moment for me to gather my thoughts and respond.

Both of us wanted to live but I waited because you never knew what my crazy roommate would do. “Yes, sir.” That shocked the fucking hell out of me. Mr. Xavier stood, buttoned his coat, and walked to the door. He didn’t look back. “Your balls are shriveled, aren’t they?” Caine asked. “Hell, they might be partying with yours because they sure the hell disappeared.” Caine grabbed his computer bag and tossed it across the room. I waited for an explanation and for him to calm down a bit. He had kill someone, anyone, written in his expression.

he said, trying to comfort his little brother. "What do you think? She's under some kind of magic spell or they are drugging her or something?" Caine asked sarcastically. "Look at her," he said sadly, "she knows exactly what she's doing. I don't blame her, either. I can't give her all of this," he said as he looked away and cried. "There's no magic here, just strange people doing f*ucked up shit, bro," Caine cried to his brother. Just then the crowd cheered again and the sky filled with what looked like lightning bugs, but they were all different colors. They fluttered around above the gala like embers from a flame.

The incident at the club changed something in Caine. He became more possessive, more creative in his domination. A few days later, he came home with a large, flat box. “I have a new project for you,” he said, his eyes gleaming with a dark, artistic light. He opened the box. Inside, nestled in black foam, were several rolls of thin, black latex sheeting and a small canister of adhesive. “What is this?” I asked. “Your new skin,” he said. “Tonight, you are not a person. You are a piece of art. A living sculpture. And I am the artist.”

Cain is beside me on the grass, close enough that our arms are almost touching, far enough that nobody would think anything of it. A few minutes pass. The garden does its easy summer things. Ice moves in glasses. Someone changes the song. Amelia’s father says something that makes Marcus laugh loud enough to startle the birds. Cain’s eyes slide to me. Then down. Then back up. He looks away immediately. Takes a long sip of his water. “Nice bikini,” he says. Low. Completely casual. “Thank you,” I say. “The blue one.” He’s looking at the fence. “Good choice.”

He walks us into his bathroom and I almost moan when I see his big bathtub. I think we could all fit in here, all three of us, but Cain makes himself at home and walks into the shower like he owns it. Asheron grabs my hand and he helps me get into the bath. I inhale the familiar vanilla-coconut scent and smile. "You like vanilla-coconut bubble baths, Ash? I thought you only bought them for me," I say in a teasing tone as I lower into the perfectly tempered water. Of course Ash would never let me get into a too hot or too cold bath.