Five Nights At Sonic World Novels & Stories

I jumped on my bed and checked my phone, seeing a text notification plastered on my screen. Of course it just had to be my damned mother. Who else could it be? Lyssa Hendrix, the "queen" of the mafia. She was nothing better than my father; if anything, she was worse. She was cold, brutal, and didn't care about anything but herself. It disgusted me. I opened my phone, reading the text. "You're coming clubbing with me tomorrow. It's going to be so much fun!"

A man in a suit was her weakness—mine too—and there were hundreds of them. “Hell. Yes.” We high-fived and made our way to the closest bar. Jenna ordered two vodka cranberries and we decided to move away from the entrance to a less crowded area. Each step was a half dance—impossible to refuse the music and the movement it demanded. Between the music and the throngs of people, it took a few minutes to cross the great space. Then finally, we found a spot and paid homage to the DJ and his sick beats. I let go, eyes closed, arms up, every inch of my body surrendering to the beat. There was no pause, each song rolling into the next with fluid precision. Jenna and I sang, and sometimes screamed, al

His breathing intensified, and unconsciously, he squeezed the cool fingers. "Think of the stalls as a starless sky, a waveless sea of darkness," Julian's voice, smooth as honey, was a soothing melody that only heightened the headiness and emotions surging like river rapids. "There is nothing there. Dance like you do for me, only me. Forget all the others. Dance as you dream." "Dance as I dream..." Noelle repeated in a hoarse whisper, praying that the dream would not transform into a nightmare. "Dance only for you. Your music..."

She simply sucked and shook and shivered, her body beyond her control. She was sure the dildo was set at top speed but then Jason pressed it once more and lightning rocketed through her body. As she began to spasm he resumed the spankings, one cheek then the other. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. Through the sensual haze gripping her, the music pulsing in her ear, the candles drugging her senses, she heard Alex shout, "I'm coming, Miranda. Suck it hard." His cum hit the back of her throat. Hot, thick jets, again and again, as she flew into space and shattered into a million pieces.

She picked up the vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it directly against my clit without mercy. Monica straddled my face once more, lowering her pussy to my mouth. "Make me come," she ordered. I licked and sucked desperately, my own pleasure building under the relentless vibrator. Tasha pushed three fingers back inside me, fucking hard and fast. The plug twisted with every thrust. My moans vibrated against Monica's clit.

“Seriously? You slept with all five of them?” My eyes widened in horror and the hallway suddenly felt microscopic. “Lower your voice.” “Why?” he snapped. “Embarrassed now?” God, the neighbors. I could already hear doors unlocking nearby. “I said lower your damn voice.” But Damian kept going. “Jesus Christ, Sofia. Five men? At the same time?” Humiliation burned through me so violently my vision blurred and before I could respond, the apartment door opened behind me and Nico stepped out first. The second his eyes landed on Damian, the temperature in the hallway dropped.

Lucas had returned home early with three friends in tow. He met us in the hallway as Richard and I hurried out of the bathroom, sopping wet, with towels haphazardly wrapped around our waists. "Come in and meet the guests," Lucas invited "And leave those wet towels." Lucas walked back up the hall leaving Richard and I looking at each other, wondering just who and how many were in the next room. We dropped the towels onto the bathroom floor and padded into the den in our birthday suits. A pretty young blonde was tearing through Lucas's collection of CD's and a black couple were making out on the couch. When we came into view, the attractive black lady stopped dead in her hot embrace with eyes

The man I'd been with for five years still seemed to be clinging to his first love. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Those five years suddenly felt like a cruel joke. So it turned out he'd never truly forgotten about Lucy. I went back to my room, and he didn't return to bed the entire night. When Andrew showed up the next day, he brought me a pair of sapphire earrings. Why did he suddenly give me a gift? I looked at him in confusion, but he avoided my gaze. "Evie," he said, his voice low. "There's something I need to tell you. Thank you for staying by my side all these years. I thought I'd be with you forever, but…"

in a few months time we will be packing up the babies and heading off to Bora Bora for this beach wedding for some of the most flammable beings I know! Damn, I really hope they don't die getting married to each other. That'd be horrible. ~ ~ ~ End of part 1 to Sinful Nights...

"Don't all men want a woman like this? Or are you the rare exception?" "Enough. Why are you here?" She smoothed her dress, flashing a smile. "Oh, nothing big. Just heard you were trying to meet Mr. Wright and Mr. Lopez. Thought I'd help out." That got his attention. "Help how?" "Tonight. 8 p.m. Nocturne. Be there, and you'll see them." With that, Renee turned on her heels and left, her high heels clicking against the floor. Finley watched her go, unease twisting in his gut. She felt... off. Like someone else entirely.