Gine Novels & Stories

Ashley whimpers and her hands move to the small of my back, pushing my body against her and I raise one hand over her head to hold my weight off her. "A lot of things turns me on, baby. " She whispers, pushing the jacket off my body before her fingers hooks around the hem of my shirt and she yanks the clothing over my head, her hands moving across my chest and I see the way her eyes widens when she catches sight of it. "Sinclair—" she mumbles, her eyes drawn to slits as they meet mine and I smile at her, holding my hand over hers and tracking her fingers over the two inked words just below my heart: Little Greene.

For one vicious moment, her fingers itched for the blade hidden beneath her gold silk gown. She wanted nothing more than to cross the floor and plunge it into his throat. But she stopped herself; there would be plenty of time for blood later. Ginevra took a slow breath until her fingers relaxed. When she looked up again, a beautiful, venomous smile had settled across her face. She glided toward them, the gold silk of her gown sweeping across the floor. “So,” she said, her voice calm, “if you're married, then you're married. There is nothing we can do about a done deal.”

And now he was calling someone, possibly telling them my movements or planning their next move. Some seconds passed when I felt a presence towering over me. I looked up and saw it was Francesco’s sister, Ginevra. She wore a green dress and had a wide smile as she looked at me, “I didn’t expect to see you here.” I smiled politely, though it didn’t reach my eyes, “Miss Russo.” “Heh,” She shook her hands to dismiss my words, “Just call me Ginevra. Miss Russo is too formal.” “No, I am afraid My Wife won’t like that,” I made my stand clear. I didn’t want to flirt with someone or give them any fake ideas about myself.

Ben said, and Edwin nodded. “But…” Ben didn’t know whether he should inform it to Edwin. “What?” Edwin looked up from the file and looked at Ben. “She is a Gynac,” Ben said, and a frown formed on Edwin’s face. Why would she need a Gynac if she was having a stomach problem? “Let’s meet her first.” Edwin slowly closed the file. He didn’t want to think anything before he had proof, but he couldn’t understand why she would see a Gynac unless she…

I hate showing my weakness as “No-Good Nina” “T-Thank you, Nina. Thank you," Gene says between sniffles. But this is just an exception.

Some girls were seated on the ground looking helpless. Elsa approaches one of them and tries to find out why they were outside and the gates were closed. "Only those that found water are allowed in, orders from the general" Says one of them. "But why is the general giving us orders? Besides I thought Bellman said those who failed would have to join other groups." I try to put in. Elsa gives me a look that I have come to know meant I should keep quiet and let her do the talking. "So far how many people found water?" she asks the girl.

“Ah, what happened here?” Ginevra stood in the doorway, perfectly composed, her gaze slipping from Elena’s injured foot to the ointment in my hand. For a heartbeat, her expression softened—what looked like a sincere apology painted across her features. “Oh, poor thing,” she cooed, moving toward Elena. “That must have been Matilde. Such a clumsy girl, though she means no harm. I’m certain it was an accident.”

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.