Illumi Pins Novels & Stories

He adjusted and crossed his legs as I sat, giving me time to take in his appearance. My throat went dry immediately. Shit. He looked good. Like really good. Mad fit. Absolutely jaw-droppingly handsome. I totally would do an older man like him. This was why Theo was smitten? How the fuck was I meant to compete with this? On his chest pocket was a pin attached to it: Dr. Marcus Thunderson.

he lets it slide, but gets the other box of clothespins, the plastic ones. Bella goes still when he starts putting them on her labia first, pinching the puffy, swollen flesh around and between her piercings. He also uses them on her tits, forming neat circles around the edge of each of her aureoles, the last two pins on her nipples make her whimper. Lastly, he adds a few more on her arms, but not on her thighs, which makes me curious.

But it wasn’t casual. "Zoom in." Killian did. And then slowed the footage. We watched in silence as her finger flipped open a barely noticeable notch, slid something the size of a pen cap into the shelf corner, then closed it. She stood upright and left without a trace of guilt. "Bitch installed something," Nikolai hissed. Killian was already crossing to the shelf. A moment later, he pulled a tiny black pin from the wood grain. Barely bigger than a fingernail. No wires. Just a blinking red light.

If Ivin had already been talking to Nova then this plan might have a shorter runway than I thought but there was no knowing without trying. "Can I borrow your phone? I just want to scroll the internet for a few minutes. Looking at the wall several times a day is doing something to my brain and I'm more familiar with you than anyone else here so I figured—" "Sure." She unplugged it from beside her computer and tossed it to me like it was the most normal request in the world. "Pin is 04251." I typed it and the phone unlocked to a wallpaper of Nova and her husband half naked and kissing, a wide blue body of water behind them, the two of them looking like people who had figured something out tha

Whereas before, I thought no one could see the light of this pin except me. Dazzling golden yellow light was emitted from the sidelines of my hand grip. The intensity was too high. Dark trees looked like having their own radiance after the star pin's ray doused them. Even the bonfire, which was a primary light source here, was nothing when compared with the star pin. I closed my eyes with the other hand because it was too blinding. "What is it, Anggi?" Asked Kak Shella, who also blocked her view to not look at it directly.

"Bloody open the door." Adam swallows hard, his Adam's apple moving up repeatedly. "Guys, I already tried. It's__ it's not working. I don't know why, I took the copy in pudding of the right key, then a friend of mine made it." Two G inhales sharply, "Great work, Adam. No wonder why I want to punch you now so damn much." Mahone pulls out a bobby pin from his pocket, then picks up the lock, entering the pin.

“Wanted to ask… about something.” Riven tilted his head. “Something… important?” “Yes. Extremely important,” I said, fumbling with my pocket as if the hairpin was the key to literally everything in the universe—which, honestly, it kind of felt like it was. “It’s… a pin. A small, metallic, extremely incriminating pin.” He raised an eyebrow again. “A pin? You’ve got my attention. Do explain.”

Something told Viki that she had just started a war and Thomas was going to be right in the middle. “Oh shit. What have I done?!” whispered Viki into the darkness. Thomas looked at each piece studying the lines and feeling the details on everything. That’s when he found it. It was a pin. A pink pin that someone would get if they gave money for breast cancer awareness. What the hell? How he missed the pin, he will never know, but he has seen it now. He scribbled in his leather book and put the pin in his pocket for safe keeping. He thought he could do some sort of spell on it and no one would be the wise.

I lifted the glass just enough to complete the process I was in the middle of. Up close, the hair pin was a stunning gold filigree shaped like a crescent moon, designed with tiny pearls. The kind of piece people killed for. I slipped my fingers and disabled the passcode. Inside the alarm wires glowed, I pulled out a chip disguised as a hair accessory and slid it between the two circuits. The alarm went off. I lifted the glass casing just enough and snatched the pin and replaced it with a replica into place and lowered the glass again steady and smooth.

I reach it and begin to climb. My hand slips on a rock. “Ah!” I groan but continue climbing despite the cut. Up and up and up and… Finally! I crawl into the space and start digging into my subspace pouch for the camouflaging iron pins. My hands are shaking. My hair has fallen all around me like a waterfall. My vision is getting too blurry to see correctly. All I can tell myself is “Hurry. Hurry. Hurry!” Until I come across a problem. The pins are made for soil.