Johnny Sins Solo Novels & Stories

“I’ll come pick you up. We’ll go together.” Minutes later, they were on the highway, Nat was speeding like a maniac, he almost hit a delivery truck. “Careful!” she creamed . “I can’t miss it,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “He’s not going to talk to me again. Ever.” Meanwhile, inside the hall, the announcer spoke into the microphone. “Up next is a violin solo performance by Johnny Wolfe. Please give him a round of applause.” Johnny stepped onto the stage, small and solemn under the bright lights. His shoes squeaked faintly on the polished wood.

“You will pay for this” Just for a split second, I looked behind the guy and saw that Silas was moving with the grace of a hunter. Yes, his hearing sense was definitely not his strong forte because when Silas neared him slowly but swiftly and raised his leg to kick him, the boy didn’t even register the subtle change in the course of the wind. And just like that, Silas knocked him out of the arena and the insanely stupid and proud guy stumbled out of the ground. I placed my foot in front of him and he fell to the ground, smacking his face into the mud.

He was getting used to this. He knew she wasn't part of the plan, Jemi was. And for refusing to atone he was ready to go to length to make her suffer. Like right now. He smiled. She'd be so scared to even shut her eyes, and she was going to leave with the fear till he came for her. And for the girl, she should be glad she was chosen to honor. The wages of sin He walk through the entrance of the big church, it was empty, always empty. Everyone was going astray, pushing into a world of sin, rejecting the one who wanted them. It was no shocker The Voice was being pushed to wrath and he felt the anger.

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

It’s got a heated floor, good for any place that seems to be stuck in an eternal winter, as well as shower that has like a gazillion different jets that can spray you all at once, making your cleaning time that much less. I begin stripping from my clothes, tossing the grey stained tank top and pair of black jeans I was given as uniform for my time in the prison. I’m going to burn that shit when I have the chance and maybe even this Chloe girl if I end up meeting her today. I head into the glass encasement once I’m free of all that nasty clothing ad immediately turn on all the jets, setting it to one of the hottest water settings possible. It’s just under the temperature that my skin can shri

Then I whispered it. A name I didn’t even realize I’d made up for him in my mind. “PROFESSOR SIN ?”

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.

I was alone, the only company I had was the steady humming of the air conditioning in the distance and the constant drifting of the curtain. I braced myself. This show was all too familiar. A hand reached for my shoulder. I could sense the hand way before it touched me. The presence of another person was almost impossible to hide here. In a swift movement, I had pulled my gun from the back of my pants, hidden by my jacket, and raised it at the man behind me. Adalfieri. He was alone. He leveled a sly grin at me. "Impressive." He moved to the bar stool next to mine and sat. I still held the gun at him, not flinching.

But this male, made even the largest guys I'd seen look small in comparison. Once I'd gone down to his body, my gaze naturally swept up again. His mouth was a full, sensual red and he had unusual facial hair. Long, closely clipped sideburns that marched down to the ridge of his square jaw. A high forehead, arching black brows and the familiar amber eyes that was focused intently on me alone finished the visual tour. He was looking me over too, maybe assessing me the same way I did.

I whipped out my phone and tapped on the camera app monitoring Zac's car. As soon as I did, I saw him and Tina cuddling and swapping spit. When Zac pulled away, he asked, "Is that medicine going to work?" "Calm down." Tina smiled. "I had an expert prepare that. Once Olivia takes it, our son will be strong and absorb all the nutrients in her body, leaving nothing for her brat. He'll be a fat, healthy child." I felt a chill down my spine—I knew Tina was never going to do good, and she now even tried to get her bastard delivered, even if it meant over my daughter's dead body.