Kinky Novels & Stories

Rikky parks the car and kills the engine, snatching off the keys like she’s got a grudge with it. We get out of the truck, the doors squeaking. Cold afternoon air hits my skin, palming my almost naked ass hanging out beneath the shorts. My grip on my bag tightens, my legs trembling in the black stiletto heels. Rikky turns to me, her small perky tits swaying, the long line of piercings on her ears and nose dazzling. Her tattooed right arm flexes as she toys with the keys. “Ready to dive into the filthy, dirty side of the world?”

then…they said I'm a Kinsmir. A rare form of alpha. A creature who can reign over the Lycan and Vampire world because of its abilities. A werewolf who possesses the abilities of Lycan and vampire. Alpha Klaude held my gaze. I was still tearing up when he leaned down and licked my tears out of my cheeks. Then, he grinned as he looked over at the other man inside this room. Beta Jacob walked beside me in the bed. Both of their presence terrorizes me, but nothing can compare to the grief that I am feeling right now. Part of me wanted to wake up from this nightmare because they were insane.

Spinning around in my seat, i looked at the people before me. Some of the people were human mates while many of them were wolves, my pack was in the territory three towns over, and i came to Kinks as none of them did. None of my pack ever believed in BDSM, or have any interest in sex clubs, I heard what they said when this club opened.

"Instead of being here with you? Sounds unfair to me" "Yea,not really,ma'am" "You can call me Kandy but with the letter K" "The letter K?" Malik asked "Yes" Kandy replied as she smiled. "Like K for kids or kissing" "Why are you smiling?" Malik asked "I can't smile now?" Kandy asked as Malik rubbed his beard "Yea,you can my bad" Malik replied "It's all good. Do you wanna go and get a drink with me since you're done doing your thing?" Kandy asked

Nick asked almost angrily . “You know what am talking about!.I said I want you ..What bad about that ?”Kizzy rolled her eyes . “It not right !I don’t want to take advantage of you .” “And who said you are .I want this okay !”She said and moved closer to him . “Am not sure .....We shouldn’t do this ..it not .....” “Shush!”Kizzy shut him up by kissing him hungrily . He responded and carried her to the couch and continued kissing her ,his hands roaming around her body .

Which I am glad for. The after-party had been in full swing for about half an hour when she walked in. I had my back to her. “Dude you need to turn the fuck around right now,” Nick says to me. I look at him like he has lost his mind. I know he isn’t drunk yet. Shit neither of us has had that much to drink. I see him staring at something behind me. I turn around not expecting much. My brain officially shuts the fuck down. There walking toward Brady is Kyaria. She has on a shimmery pink dress that is just tight enough around her tits and forms perfectly to the rest of her body and stops mid-thigh. I look down and she has silver heels on to finish out the look. My mouth is instantly

I jump of afraidness and immediately hold my hands on the stranger's hands on my eyes. "Who's this?" I ask. "Guess who, Kanka." When a manly voice says this I immediately notice who this is. "Kanka!" I say excited and turn to face Kerem. 'Kanka' is in Turkish and means 'buddy' in English. We used to call each other often like that. And now that I think of that it would be weird if we get married and still call us Kanka. "Where have you been, Asli? Not even telling me anything about your run away, I feel ashamed!" He chuckles. Kerem would never be mad at me and that's one of the reasons why nobody could ever replace him as my best friend.

She slaps her hand on my thigh. I jerk in surprise. “What was that?” She laughs at me. “He isn’t kinky, is he?” Sandy’swiggling her brows on me with a cunning smile on her face. “What’s kinky?” I ask back rolling my eyes. She barks out laughing. “So, he isn’t kinky if you don’t even know what does kinky means. I guess he has his own way in bed. Is he Christian Grey then?” Her smile widens even. “He’s not kinky or whatever is that means, and he isn’t Christian Grey. He never tied me up or hang me, yet.” I scowl at her.

he said pointing towards the bathroom. I walked over, opening up the bathroom door to see a white kurti hanging on a hook. It was made of linen with an eyelet-pattern, an A-line fit and trumpet sleeves. Putting it on, I saw that it fell to slightly past my knees. The white leggings that accompanied it were also linen with a lightweight feeling. Everything fit perfectly. I walked out of the bathroom after putting my unwashed hair into a single French braid to pull it out of my face. Cain had changed, now wearing a white tunic-style top with jeans.

Hank smiles back. “Well… you seem like a smart guy. - Thank you, very nice ... No, like this leg, and then like this. Yeah. - But I can dance ragga ... Are you ragga? White girl dancing ragga? I want to see it,” Hank demands. “Easy… Find me a Skindred.” She takes a sip from her neck and she does a couple of gentle, cat-like movements as she warms up. She's not graceful... - It? the guy asks as some pretty aggressive reggae metal starts pouring out of the speaker. The music unpleasantly reminds him that this Russian magnet actually has two boyfriends tattooed down the throat, labbing and growling something even more aggressive ... And even a child seems to be ...