Johnny Sins Solo Novels & Stories

That is how I am sounding right now. I step up to my apartment whistling softly to myself a happy tune. My senses feel so heightened and I don't think I am my complete self right now. I'm feeling like a completely stupid perverted fool. But at the same time, I am still happy. And I suddenly do not give a s*** about it. I have finally gotten the relief I have been craving for ages. I don't even know I can't just help myself once ...... I just ..... God. I don't even want to think about any of that right now. Let me just deal with a little bit of this sweet smooth happiness I am feeling right now. I think that's the best plan for me…. For now.

I scream, now scared for my life as I struggle in his hold. He laughs loudly and I can imagine him throwing his head back. “Shhh Donna. You will see your siblings soon so you won't be lonely after death. And oh, greet Niko for me.” I feel his hold on me slowly loosens while I continue to shake wildly in his grip and he continues to laugh maniacally as he slowly releases me. If someone told me I will die by falling to my death, I would deny. I was never one to have suicidal thoughts despite my fucked up life. What's a suicidal thought that a shopping spree and a bowl of ice-cream can't cure?

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

And the room… well, it felt like a small sanctuary she could retreat to. As she sat on the edge of the bed, letting out a quiet sigh, she realized that for the first time in days, she felt like maybe—just maybe—she could handle this. The baby inside her, the uncertainty of her future, even the embarrassment of relying on someone like Johnny… for the first time in a long while, it didn’t feel completely unbearable. Evening Reflection – Johnny Alone Again Later that evening, after Anita left to head home, Johnny poured himself a drink, the amber liquid catching the light of the living room lamp. He sat alone, the silence of the house settling heavily around him. He swirled the whiskey in his g

He smiles and then proceeds to l**k his arm with mine “Hey, Mr. Stefunny, get off! Let go of me! don't be insolent.” “If you really had paid attention, you would have realized that it is time for us to move forward and take our place on the improvised altar. My name is Stefano, not Stefunny” he says with a hint of irritation. “That's what I said, Mr. Stefunny”. He lets out a hiss, and I suppress the urge to laugh. ***

I spread my legs slowly, knees dropping open as the flannel slips off my shoulders entirely. The side door creaks open. Marcus steps in, closing it with a soft click that feels like the signal to begin. He's in a black Henley hugging his chest, sleeves pushed up, dark jeans slung low, stubble thick with silver flecks, his eyes already dark with desire. He stops short when he sees me. "Jesus fucking Christ, Jenna," he growls, his voice rough around the edges. "Your father is thirty feet away singing carols with his boss."

Harper whined as she tried to splash them away. Asher snorted and shook his head. "You two are always having girl time. You know this is my pool too, right?" No. He was not going to join us! I will get out if he does. Asher kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head, and I gawked like an idiot. He was so gloriously sexy and I couldn't stop staring. His muscles rippled in the sunlight and a perfect V stretched into his jeans before it disappeared. My mouth watered at the thought of what was in those jeans of his. His dirty blond hair was a mess on top of his head, but oh what I wouldn't give to run my hands through it. I was completely mesmerized by the sight of him. Nobody shoul

He’s batshit crazy, always ready for bloodshed. “He won’t answer me. Do you mind breaking one of his hands or maybe both?” I asked Nico, watching a full grin appear on him. “You don’t even have to ask.” He said amusement coating his words, walking towards where I stand. I moved back. Letting Nico take the reins and leave the basement. I was walking upstairs when I heard John screaming. “It was my right hand. My right hand I swear please.” I stopped at that, and could distinctly hear Nico replying.

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.

He walked to the counter and ripped up the application Balor was about to hand me. “I’m Sin.” He smiled, tipping his hat to me, and ignoring the others around me, making me uncomfortable. “Yeah, and I'm Lust.” I snapped sarcastically, without thinking. “Are you now?” His smile broadened. “No, I am not. It was sarcasm… Why won’t I be applying?” I asked, frazzled. Didn't he realize I needed this job? I had bills to pay. “Because you are going to make a deal with me?”