Romans & histoires Jinkx Monsoon

She grabbed her backpack, took out a simple blue notebook with her green canvas pencil case all stained with pen ink, took off her shoes for greater comfort and began to read. It was amazing how silent that room was. She wasn't sure, but she could imagine that room had soundproofing. It was even a bit uncomfortable, but luckily she had her cellphone and had gotten the company's password. She could play some low music in the background. She had lost herself in the details of the case and hadn't even noticed the hours passing by. When she finished drafting the document to send to Miguel, she was surprised by a knock on the door. "Come in," she responded to the knock.

“He was pushing for blood sacrifices. If the goddess hadn’t intervened, he would’ve corrupted others.” “She gave you her permission to do this?” she whispers. “She did.” I say nothing more. Her hair is slicked back, damp. We’re both naked in the steamy bathroom, but my desire is buried under her pain. Still, just seeing her like this, alive, stirs something primal in me. I squirt honey and lavender wash into my palms, slowly lathering her skin. Her arms. Her hair. Methodical strokes. She doesn’t speak. Doesn’t need to. Her eyes say all the things her lips can’t.

The machine hummed like a restless heartbeat, the needle gliding across skin as Ayla Cross filled the curve of a raven’s wing with black ink. The smell of antiseptic and cedar oil wrapped around her, the familiar perfume of creation. Outside, rain streaked the windows of The Runed Den, her little shop tucked between a pawn store and a bakery that stayed open too late.

Alpha Maddox marched towards his car, his blood boiling and his heart racing in his ears. He got into the sportscar and fastened his seatbelt before speeding out of the compound. He headed for one place, a club called ‘Skin’. It was very popular but only high ranking werewolves were allowed to go there. It was also a place that respected privacy so he knew he could get drunk all he wanted and do whatever he wanted and won’t wake up in the morning to seeing himself viral on the internet.

His arm wrapped around my shoulders, warm and steady. "You were incredible tonight." He murmured against my hair. "We were incredible." I corrected. "Together." He smiled, and nodded shortly. "Together." We stood there as the sun rose over Duskwind, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink and the first pale silver of a new day. Behind us, in a quiet cabin at the edge of the compound, Morwen closed her eyes for the last time. Her thread, thin and golden, pulsed once. Then it faded into the web, woven into

Wymond stood right in front of me in nothing but a towel hanging loosely and dangerously low around his waist, with water droplets on his bare, but very hairy chest which was making my hand inch forward to feel it -but I tried very hard to refrain myself. I folded my lower lip in my mouth and chewed on it as I mentally gushed over his very strong abs, save me moon goddess, help me resist this temptation. My body was already heating up just looking at him, I'm not sure I can resist this, not even with help from the moon goddess. *I want a bite of that hot sauce* Amy moaned dreamily in my head, I can even imagine her sticking her tongue out in anticipation. *I want a bite too* I replied her.

Waylon mumbled under his breath. Kendall stood up and walked over to Samantha, she grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, “YOU AREN’T QUALIFIED TO BE OUR LUNA!! I WILL NEVER ACCEPT YOU!! HOW DARE YOU MOCK THE CRIMSON MOON PACK!!” Kendall was slim and beautiful, but she was also a warrior, a female warrior who, like her brother and most of the pack members, was trained by Corbin before he left and had quite the strength to back her words.

Chapter 3: Discovery and Twisted Truths The morning after the full moon slaughter, Monalisa woke tangled in blood-stained silk sheets, her curvy petite body aching with deep satisfaction. Her once-virgin pussy and tight ass throbbed from the relentless stretching and knotting they had endured. Dried cum and faint traces of blood still clung to her thick thighs, and every shift of her wide hips sent fresh sparks of remembered pleasure through her core. She slipped on a thin silk robe that barely covered her heavy breasts and plump ass, then wandered the mansion, drawn by uneasy curiosity toward the forbidden west wing basement her late mother’s private archive.

The bass from the club pulsed through Jenna’s body like a second heartbeat. She was only twenty-four but felt like she’d been waiting forever for a night like this. The underground kink club was invitation-only, and she’d sweet-talked her way in wearing her shortest pink dress. It barely covered the curve of her ass. White lace panties peeked out when she moved, and her hair was tied in two bouncy pigtails that made her look younger and sweeter than she felt.

As she sprayed down the wooden surface, she caught my eye and I couldn’t help but ask, “Does it ever bother you...working alongside all these supernatural beings?” She tossed her long, golden hair as she scanned the nearly empty bar. Jasper, the bartender, was leaning against the counter chatting with a few regulars, but otherwise the place was quiet. Jasmin was a human. I still didn’t understand how she ended up in Bloodmoon Bay? There are several human designated cities that us supernaturals never enter. Being here was a risk. “I’m hoping one day someone will give me what I want,”she muttered bitterly, shooting me a resentful glare. “I was finally getting somewhere with Cal before you show