Eden Sin Gloryhole Novels & Stories

Thick, she raised her head up and watched the hot sun's rays sneak through the holes in the quilts of herbs and branches, illuminating the hole that contained them. She furrowed her eyebrows, not understanding what was happening around her, and closed her eyes, trying to urge herself to understand what was happening with her or to remember why she was here. And when she came back empty, she was terrified and afraid, rising from her shrine, and she was lost around her. She was trying to get out of the hole by climbing up that wall of weeds, but no sooner had she caught a tender branch than he let her down, placing her on the ground.

Why is Gloria yet to send a location? I pulled out my phone and called her to complain. She replied sincerely, "Um... I'm working on it, Your Highness. The few I checked out turned out to be... Orgy" Gloria barely pronounced the last word like she didn't want me to get mad. "I figured you wouldn't want to be in such a place" She added. I shut my eyes, "You mean a sex party? Gang bang? Sounds fun but nay. I'll pass. I didn't know Tuscany was this freaky"

If I can't have her, I'll make sure you end up the same! Out of the corner of his eye, Derrick saw Gloria. Her eyes were filled with disappointment. Suppressing the pain from deep down, he sneered, "Why are you looking at me like that? You're a call girl from Fittro Club. Can't a customer have some fun with you? Do you think I, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, will be interested in you, a rogue that no packs want? You're so cheap. I don't even have to pay you to sleep with you." Patrick punched the wall angrily and said to Derrick with murderous intent, "Who the fuck do you think you are, Derrick? Go take a look at yourself! Gloria is my mate. You can't fool me with these lies! You'll never

“You tried to hide a joint under my sister’s mattress when you were fourteen. While underage, you took her to sleazy parties in the city. You caused an outrageous scandal the night of her eighteenth, snorting cocaine, and today you cart a truckload of cocaine and ecstasy at Heathrow.” Griffin leaned in closer. The pronounced muscles in his forearms bunched. “Tell me, Glow, how am I doing so far with what I don’t know about you?” Gloriana felt the back of the chair hard against her spine and ran her tongue over her dry lips. She could explain every one of those things, but he wasn’t looking for an explanation, and frankly, she was getting so sick of his rudeness. She remained tight-lipped, an

Gloria was cleaning her dress in the washroom, but then she felt she need to empty her bladder as she has taken a few drinks after coming here. She went inside the toilet, kept her clutch on the counter, and finish her business. When she came out, David was standing inside the washroom, making her surprised. She has surely checked it was a female washroom. Then what he was doing here? “Mr. Collin. You may have come to the wrong place. It’s for females.” Gloria remind him and walk to take her clutch from the counter but she noticed David approaching her.

Even the bug fixes matched mine. Something was seriously wrong. That was when a voice, low and sharp, cut right into my ear. "Kelsey, are you snooping through my code?"

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

The stranger chuckles, his grip tightening. “Fuck, yeah,” he grunts, his voice rough. “Take it, bitch.” The woman’s laughter is dark, triumphant. “Oh, he will.” She strikes again, the leather biting into my flesh, and my cock aches, betraying me. I’m hard, embarrassingly so, my hips jerking involuntarily as the pain and pleasure twist together. The stranger in the glory hole must feel it, because he groans, his thrusts getting rougher, his cock swelling against my tongue.

Wasn’t the best thing in the world, but a hole is a hole. As we pass the doors, I can feel Grace’s hesitation as she realizes what is happening. There are people everywhere naked, sucking each other, or even fucking. This is the Sinner side of the business. I had to add some sort of sex dungeon to the club. That was my biggest dream, and I finally found someone who had the same vision as me.