Goth X Palette Sin Novels & Stories

I saw her nostrils flare as she sniffed, Raelynn’s bloody lips. “As l thought she was poisoned but this scent is woodsy”, Zara’s hands began to move over Raelynn’s constrictive dress and roamed along her body. I could see her moving her hands over Raelynn’s stomach most of the times. “She is not the one being affected by the poison , it was aconitum napellus, since she is a human , she is immune”,

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

The second box opened to reveal a professional makeup kit: palettes of jewel-toned shadows, high-end foundations, contour kits, a dozen lip shades, brushes arranged like surgical tools. Katherine gestured toward the vanity chair. “We have forty-five minutes.” They moved with quiet precision. The younger woman with the makeup kit sat me down and began professionally. She blended a flawless base that evened my skin to porcelain perfection, sculpted my cheekbones with subtle contour, swept a sultry bronze-and-smoky eye that made my gaze look deeper, more intense. False lashes extended my own into dramatic fans; a bold, berry-red lip finished the look, dramatic yet elegant, the kind of color tha

I wanted him to see how much of a slut I was for him. “fuck, you keep looking at me like that and I’m gonna have to take you right now.” He groaned his tongue grazing over his bottom lip in a very alluring manner. I loved the sound of his groan, it told me just how much he wanted me too. “You’re a really bad girl aren’t you.”

Sluts in shining armor, "I laughed before hanging up. Staying to see the look of anger and irritation on his face was tempting but something told me I wouldn't get this lucky again. I spotted spray paint next to one of the cars and picked it up ,after doing the nozzle, I went back to work painting the windscreen of his car with a strong clear message. " Now you are fucked up. " He was the worlds greatest bastard and he deserved this for mess6ing with me. It sounded like fun. A Stepping back, I let the hint of a smile curve on my lips as I admired my work. * * * We walked into the Ozin, a modern plush club with beige carpeting inside and magnificent doors tinged with a subtle shade of gold

And as he stalked towards us, I had to pull my thighs together. His strut held both confidence and dominance. “Brother,” Leander called, snapping me from my thoughts as he opened his hands wide for him. I quickly picked my jaw off the floor, forcing a smile as Xander turned to face me. God, his lashes were so dark and beautiful. “And you must be Dahlia, the woman who has got my twin so smitten.” Xander smiled, stretching his hand towards me. I looked down at it, swallowed, before forcing a smile on my own face, taking his hand.

There was no Father John to taunt me and no one to look at me with that knowing gaze. I curled myself up in my bed. My eyes lingered longer than usual on the Ceiling until they became blurry. The faint sound of children laughing outside, the faded echoes of footsteps, bells chiming. Each time I closed my eyes, I was there again. Standing helplessly, his hands gripping the back of my neck, his breath fanning my cheeks as he whispered. “You were born in sin Simon, but I will cleanse you of that sin.” I turned my face burying it into the pillow, trying to shake off the memory.

AURORA'S POV I think I'm mesmerized by the sight of him. It seems as if I just summoned a demon from hell to fight my battles. I hate the sight of blood, but at this moment, I can't help but cry in relief as I see the blood staining his hands. Knowing that it belongs to the beasts who wanted to devour me. He throws the thug away and he hits the wall convulsing. His men who were chasing after him finally catch up and fall on the thugs, giving them the beating of their lives. The sound of crushing bones suddenly doesn't feel offensive to me, I like it even.

Quentin remained buried deep inside Verity for several long moments, his body draped over hers as their breathing gradually slowed. The room was thick with the scent of their passion—sweat, sex, and the faint salt of the ocean drifting through the open glass doors. His heart pounded against her back, strong and steady, while her own pulse thrummed in her ears like the waves below the cliffs. Slowly, he eased out of her with a shared groan, careful not to jostle her oversensitive body.

A patch of soft, baby skin peeked out from beneath her dress, adding even more to her allure. I then buried my face in her groin and stuck out my tongue. Lola couldn't hold in her moans and let out a soft whimper. Then, she begged, "I can't hold it in anymore, Uncle Kyle! Please, just fill me up." I couldn't possibly refuse such a direct request. So, I got down on my knees behind her, grabbed her by her two side ponytails, and forcefully thrust my hips forward.