Jen Sincero Books Novels & Stories

She was in awe of me now. The girls came back with a pile of books. For a second, I felt tired already, looking at the stack. God, I didn’t want to listen to these books for hours. I was jet-lagged. Grandmother chose a book from the pile and opened it to read it. I started feeling churns in my stomach, I couldn’t understand why. My blood pressure felt like it was rising. I still kept control over it. As she began to recite, the door opened. It was Sofia entering the library. Girls looked at her and some rolled their eyes. An ouch for Sofie.

The impact is in less than a minute and I gulp, the anticipation makes my skin tingle and I realize I haven't felt this way in almost two days. I haven't felt alive. But then he passes us without a word, aside from the gentle brush of his palm over mine. "Nope. Secrets are so much better." Chloe looks over me and jerks her head as we get into class. "Oh, that was Logan Jackson down the hall right?" "I guess so?" I unwrapped the cover from my book. "Yeah, it was him." "He's a perfect example of why the truth is a much more powerful weapon. He owned his truth."

“You haven’t met him yet, have you?” “Met who?” Her smirk deepened. “Ricardo. Marcelo’s son.” My pulse jumped. “I’ve only heard about him.” “You’ll hear more,” she promised, then slipped back into the crowd before I could ask. Her words stuck like a hook in my chest. Ricardo Falconeri. My new stepbrother. Ruthless, brilliant, wild. That was the rumor. I tried to shake it off. I talked with an older couple about my studies. I forced smiles. I checked my phone even though there was no signal. By midnight, I’d had enough.

Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public. ” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.

Ruby said once again, and that wasn't the end of it, till I talked. "It's fine, I will try to follow the books," I stated while adjusting my glasses. I was a total weirdo, everyone knew me to be one. I could go days trying to be a normal person, and I could pretend I was social, but I wasn't. "You don't need to break up with him, he is fucking okay," Sophia shouted, her hands swinging in the air as Ruby scoffed. The fight between these two never ends; one way or the other, they were always acting like people who had gone nuts.

“Have you taken any up on their offers before?” “A couple.” He smirks. “Good. It’s not his first rodeo, then.” “Am I making you feel uncomfortable, Nico?” He indicates no with the shake of his head. “You’d tell me if I was, wouldn’t you?” “Miss Banks.” Nico addresses me. “My job is to make your stay the best it can be.” “You are a stunning woman.” I smile at his compliment. “If you have a need, I am pleased to fulfill it.” His voice is calm.

“We’re just getting started.” Joelle shivered at the promise in his eyes. Her body felt used in the best way—pussy sore and stretched, thighs sticky with their combined fluids, breasts marked with faint red fingerprints from his grip. She should have felt embarrassed or worried about her job, but all she felt was a deep, throbbing want for more. She licked her swollen lips and smiled up at him, bold and breathless. “Then show me what else you’ve been imagining, Mr. Sinclair.”