Karin Jinsui Novels & Stories

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Karin shouted leaving Mizuki frozen in her place. Karin's back was out of sight, Mizuki looked at the palm of her hand that the girl had just shook. He swallowed his saliva roughly, "Who is Karin? Why can't I feel a negative aura from her?" he said slowly "My hands are not even hot when in contact with humans!" Mizuki said.

Karline screamed, she was a black American with long waist-length curly black hair that she had let down and beautiful dark-blue orbs. "She is so my type! I don't mind if fate brought us together, I would marry her without any hesitation!" Jane screeched, her bluish-black hair swaying along with the movement of her head that she was wagging around. "I even heard, rumors though that her weapon is bigger than all Japanese alphas, like, she's ranked first there right? It has to be!" Karline screamed. "Don't forget that Japan is one of the few countries having Pures, although they're still teenagers for now, so it's kinda possible," Rina said.

Karin debates joining Johan in the shower, she doesn't want to look desperate for sex, hell she's not sure it's gonna even happen but she is dieing to experience how it'll feel like to have Johan make love to her. She drags one of her suitcase towards the bed, places it on the bed and opens it. Carefully picks out a set of pearly white sexy lingerie, places it on the bed and then decides right there to unpack when she's up to it. She picks the smallest suitcase containing her toiletries, essential body oils, body cream, makeup and perfumes and walks towards the bathroom,with her lingerie over her arm, she opens the door and walks in.

Karen had been placed next to Tony, with a dapper, middle-aged stranger on her other hand, who seemed totally absorbed with his beautiful companion, a tall angular redhead in a fabulous Vivienne Westwood creation consisting of emerald-green satin stays and a bustle. Further down Karen could see Armina next to Mallory, and Celine, looking like an exotic Brazilian orchid, draped in purple silk with a huge turban covering her locks. The unrepentant Sinclair was flirting outrageously with her, running a finger along the edge of her décolletage, causing the big nipples to stand out even more.

KARINA'S POV People often underestimated Karina. With her soft voice, vintage perfume, and librarian-like elegance, many thought she was just a polished shadow beside the powerful Davis empire. Yet, underneath the pearls and composure was a woman who understood precisely how far a whisper could reach, and how language could construct or destroy empires. And now, as she stood before the full-length mirror in her private chambers, while fastening a delicate sapphire pin to her silk blouse, Karina was preparing to step into a role she hadn’t claimed in years: her own.

the sound rings out seconds before my office door opens and Karina's face pops in smiling. "Hey, got a second? I wanted to update you on Mrs. Frost and Mrs. Harris," Karina asks and we nod eagerly while closing the thick book. "Good," she responds as she steps in and closes the door behind her. We take the brief second her back is turned to check her out and instantly grow stiff. Her worn out jeans are hugging every curve of her lower body. Her plain light blue t-shirt isn't revealing, but it looks so soft and good on her. All in all she looks like a comfortable... Sexy... Angel.

Kenzo emphasized the words 'can and cannot' because he felt Jess was being a bit too much. "Fine," Jess closed her eyes for a moment. "So what do you want then?" "To say thank you," Kenzo said plainly. That was indeed what he wanted to say specially and personally to the girl he considered a bit strange. Although she looked a bit different from the first time Clara introduced him to Jesslyn Rasopati. Wearing a loose white t-shirt tucked into calf-length wide-legged jeans, not to mention the eye-catching turquoise sneakers that matched the color of her watch strap and the small bag she carried.

"I think I want to pull out." The room went still. Not shocked. Still. The stillness of six women who had promised, in advance, not to talk someone out of her own truth. "Tell us," Rosa said. Just that. "It's not that he's doing anything wrong." Karin's voice was even, which was worse than if it had shaken. "It's that he's doing everything right, and I hate what it's showing me." She pulled in a breath. "You all know what I am. I built a whole life out of controlling the frame. What people see, when they see it, from what angle. It's not vanity, it's — armor. I decide what's visible. That's the one power nobody's ever taken from me."

Carla was unhappy, no it was enough to say she was angry. He said it was okay? What kind of a stupid answer was that! Does he know who she was? She was Carla Jones the goddess of all size 4 outfits. No matter what style, color, or design it was, she could sport it perfectly as long as it was that magical size and he said it o…kay?