Goth X Palette Sin Novels & Stories

“Hey.” I lifted my face and turned to the source in wonder. In front of me, a female goth—hair pitch black with a section of hair dyed in neon green, a spiky choker around her thin neck, black long coat with chains and transparent section to display her black tank top and jeans, and also, a pair of platform boots—was standing in front of me as she broke into a smile on her black tinted lips. “Can I, be your partner?” Her friendly question is accompanied with a smirk, which probably was her behavior of some sort.

‘Care to explain why you choose to come out now? Rose was a gorgeous black and slim wolf. She was powerful but clumsy sometimes. Rose shrugged. ‘I don’t feel like talking earlier. Plus, I love music. Let’s celebrate your wedding, Natasha! Hurray!’ My mouth gaped open. I envy her happiness for tomorrow’s event, while I feel like I will attend my funeral tomorrow. Why was my life so unfair? Hurt and feeling betrayed, I disregarded her and focused on my surroundings. The smell of sweat and cheap cologne hit my nose (again), which nearly made me gag. Their sweaty bodies stuck to my skin. Can't even wipe off sweat.

Rebekah could hear them high-fiving each other through the door. “You owe me twenty bucks, Sinclair,” Trey said. “Damn it!” Rebekah chuckled. They were cheering Eric for that? What a bunch of goofballs. Trey was right, though. Eric had definitely f**ked his girl properly. ****** Every Goth World in every suburban mall in America looked exactly the same. Almost all the merchandise was black, and much of it had silver studs or spikes imbedded in leather. T-shirts and hoodies of the most popular alternative, rock, and metal bands hung from floor to ceiling. The overall effect was claustrophobic, but this was where many of Sinners’ fans shopped, so Jerry sometimes scheduled them to do meet-and-g

Once again, I opened my lips to speak, but all I could do was gasp. Forcefully, he spun our bodies around, pressing mine on the cold wall, his hazel eyes meeting mine. The moon bathed his skin with a soft glow, highlighting his features—from his muscular pecs to his abs, which glistened like a diamond close to the shore. His left hand found its way beneath my neck. Not so that I might get choked, but so that I'd know he had control over my body. Of course, he did. If he didn't, I'd be fighting to get my way out of his grip. But here I was, allowing him to control my body like he owned it. Maybe he did.

“Not from fear… no. You’re shaking because this sweet little body knows exactly what it wants.” His free hand slid up her back, fingers tangling in her hair, tilting her head so her throat was exposed. He dragged his open mouth along the side of her neck (slow, wet, deliberate), teeth scraping just enough to make her gasp, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin. “You smell like sin,” he growled against her pulse. “Like warm honey and fresh rain… and like you’ve been dripping for me all day while you scrubbed my floors.”

Jade's POV The air in the subterranean core of the Cavallo Estate didn't smell like the rest of the house. Upstairs, it was the scent of expensive floor wax and old secrets; down here, it was the smell of ozone, chilled coolant, and the low, constant thrum of pure, unadulterated power. This was the "Vault of Sin"—the physical birthplace of the Weaver.

I couldn’t help but suspect that he was cheating but he brushed it off as me being dramatic. I slammed my phone screen down on the couch after silencing it and turned on my favorite playlist. SEX SOUND BY LIL-TJAY played, the music hummed against the speaker not too loud. By now the sweat on my neck had spread. dripping from my back down to my panties, discomfort swooping in, my body feeling sticky with sweat. Initially I planned to take another bath before going to bed but somewhere within that thought I began drifting between sleep and frustration, then I heard a door open.

That sick bastard knew this would happen to me that is why he gave this room to me to clean when no maid has ever cleaned this room for so many years. This damn heat and this damn dust. I was cleaning an painting when my eyes fell on another painting. It was Luna Victoria's. It was an old picture of her. She looked quite young, maybe in her twenties or thirties. She was alone in the picture sitting on a throne in a ballroom. Her gown matches her silver blue eyes that were similar to her son. Authority was radiating from her posture. There was an another similar picture but unlike the first Alpha Julian was standing behind her . But the difference in the pictures was what not caught my attent

He did not look at me but the guard immediately grabbed him and Silas and made all of us stand together. The other guard brought a pen and paper and made us fill in our details on separate sheets. But when he looked at us, specifically I and Talia, he began to shiver. He immediately called his comrade near him and whispered something in his ears. The guard gulped nervously and looked at us, “Are you by any chance related to the Blue moon pack?” He asked and Talia answered hotly, “We are the daughters of Alpha Hayden.” Hearing the name of our dad made the color drain off their faces. Immediately, Talia spoke,

To make matters worst, other Alpha’s and their Luna’s started to show up. “Luna Queen Dianna.” I turned to look and saw that it was Luna Hana of the black shadows pact. She was tall and her red hair was cut into a bob. Her skin was pale making her honey brown eyes stand out. I gave her a warm smile one a queen should give. “And how are you Luna Queen?” She asked me.