Kissed By A Needle Novels & Stories

Next I hear and feel, is the four presence filling the place we’ve been tossed in, and when I hear the rev of an engine, it becomes clear we’re inside a vehicle. Kashira...was he left there like that in that state? If he stays there for too long, he’ll be in danger. If only that bullet had missed him, he would’ve surely fended off that wolf easily. “Kashira...” The pounds replete in my head pumps around my body and drugs me with sleep. I feel drowsy and tired. Even when we’re being handled roughly and needles pierce our skin to inject some foreign substance into our systems, I feel numb and sliding into the cruel clutches of slumber. My lids fall shut and I exhale once more.

"Oh we could arrange that, is it doggy style you want or... don't worry I have a lot of time but first let me use you as my first tester." He said and raised the needle to stab it into my neck. Expecting the harsh spindle of the needle to penetrate my neck, I braced myself for the impact or possibly death that might come with it. But I was surprised after a few minutes of closed eyes and it never came, I opened my eyes to take in the recent happening.

“But they are not gone. They are locked.” He used acupuncture needles, silver so fine I could barely see them. Each one pressed into nerve points across my skull and spine. When he turned the final one, it was like lightning cracked through me. My entire body convulsed, and I saw her, Gwen, laughing, crying, kissing me under the stars.

Chapter Four: The Mark of the Moon It happened during the Harvest Festival. The campus transformed into lights and music, students dancing under lanterns shaped like moons. Lyanna wore a simple blue dress; Aiden couldn’t take his eyes off her. When they danced, his touch sent sparks through her skin, warmth and warning all at once. Then it happened. The moonlight hit her pendant, and Aiden froze. His eyes shifted, silver rings forming around his pupils. He inhaled sharply. “Where did you get that?” he asked, voice rough.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

This scenario will be perfect. "You might want to hold your breath, this will hurt just a tad bit." I warned him and took a needle, dipped half of it into the acid solution and stabbed it right into his left nipple. The sound of his scream caused my blood to run wild with excitement. I saw the effects of the acid instantly as his bloodied nipple began to sizzle and burn up. The acid had just fused the needle with his skin and taking it out would be so much more gruesome that he might just pass out.

You talk too much! Cassie rolled her eyes coldly and took out a set of silver needles from her arm. This set of silver needles was given to her by Black. Each needle had the word wind carved on it. Cassie felt that it looked good, so she always carried it with her. She looked at the acupuncture points on the man's face, took out a few silver needles, and pricked them on his face. After a while, the corner of the man's mouth moved slightly, as if he was waking up.

"Are you sure, little one? Once this is done, there's no going back." I nodded, my voice steady despite the shake in my limbs. "I'm sure. I want to be yours. Completely." He kissed me, soft and reverent, then pulled away. "Lay back, open your legs. And don't move." I obeyed, my heart pounding, my eyes fixed on the ceiling as he prepared the needle. The cold antiseptic on my clit made me gasp. The clamp made me whimper. The pain from the needle was sharp, a searing heat that stole my breath. I cried out, but he held me down, his voice a soothing murmur.

Her eyes grew colder with each passing second as she watched the man indulge in the pleasure of the world. She took out a small whistle-like object and blew it into it. An almost unassailable needle flew from it and pierced the man's exposed neck. It took a few seconds for the man to pass out cold. The cigarette in his mouth stayed in place like the glass of wine in his hand.