Kissed By A Needle Novels & Stories

Direct assassination was much harder for her small body. She smiled as she slipped into the salon unnoticed and walked around, searching for her target. She spotted the woman talking loudly to three other women. Kira couldn't understand what she was talking about and it wasn't her job to. She wiggled her fingers, glancing at the pink glove fixed with tiny poisonous needles. The target would never know she was poisoned until later. If she's extra sensitive, it'd feel like the glove's rough exterior scraped her skin. Kira walked over to her and before the woman could notice, she slapped the woman's bare thigh, sinking five poisoned needles into her skin. Kira slapped her to make sure the needl

She whimpers, beautiful and desperate, and I murmur against her ear, “Stay still, baby girl.” My hand settles on her chest, fingers splayed just above the fine steel needles that cross delicately over her breasts. Her skin is flushed, slick with sweat, every muscle wound tight beneath me. I lean down, my lips brushing against the curve of her neck, inhaling the scent of arousal and fear and trust. My fingertips stroke the skin surrounding the needles, tracing their path, feeling the tension they create beneath her soft flesh. Then I press down.

Some believe that vampires lurk inside that place, and I am about to find out the truth sooner or later. I started to wear my dark shirt, before putting on my contact lenses. The moment that I was about to leave the bathroom of my apartment, someone opened up the door. I turned around, facing my boyfriend, Kiel. He looked at me with amusement in his eyes, his mouth slightly parted as he remained standing there, staring straight towards my direction. “Hey. Good morning,” I greeted him. “Agatha... You look... Amazing.” “Thank you. Do you think they are going to notice that I’m a bit... You know, different?” I asked him, facing him through the reflection of the mirror in front of me.

I kept hoping he would lean down and kiss me. "Not as beautiful as you," he whispered, and for a moment, I believed him. He tipped his chin down, angling to bring his mouth to mine, but then a cold wind whipped my hair, flinging the tiny strands that had escaped my messy pony tail into my eyes. It must have hit him too, and I remembered we were standing in the middle of an ambulance receiving bay.

Their kiss felt like forever, unable to breathe, she pushed him, scraping his neck. And that’s when … he saw it. The Ring.

“I need to feel you.” I peeled off the gloves, tossing them aside. My bare fingers traced the fresh lines I’d just inked—warm, slightly raised, sensitive. She shivered hard when I touched them. The pain from the needle was still fresh, mixing with something else as I leaned down. My lips brushed the unmarked skin just above the tattoo, then lower. I pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss right beside the fresh ink, tasting the faint salt of her skin and the sharp tang of antiseptic.

“If they touch you, if they hurt you, I burn this city down.” “I know.” He reaches into the glove compartment. Pulls out a small black case. Inside: a tiny metal capsule, smaller than a grain of rice. A handheld injector. “Back of the neck. Below the hairline. Won’t hurt.” I turn. Lift my hair. He presses the injector. Quick sting. Done. He kisses the spot. “Mine,” he whispers. “Yours.” We drove back to the penthouse. The team is already there, reinforced. Six more men. Extra weapons. Drones prepped.

I threw an air spike towards it and it shredded into pieces. I smiled to see the reaction on his face. And because of his anger, he rushed his puppets at me and added more. I easily destroyed it, but I didn’t expect what he did next. Because his puppets were all destroyed, he threw needles at me. This is not an ordinary needle because when it sinks into you, your body will be numb for a while and then you will feel as if the flesh inside you is burning, and you will gradually weaken. That is because that needle takes your soul until you are deprived of life.

"Fuck you." He springs forward again, but I dodge his flying fist and elbow him in the face. He stammers back, but I yelp as I feel a sharp pain in my arm. I look down to see an empty syringe sticking in my skin and yank it out. My eyes widen as I glance back up at him. "W-What was that?" I choke out. He snickers with a cruel smirk. "Wolfsbane. You'll be dead in ten minutes tops."

She is too involved in this, more than I would like her to be. “Oh, that’s good to hear. Now shut up and kiss me.” I grip her harder and I kiss her back. My cock grows harder, and she moans into my mouth. When I feel a sting in my neck and I pull back, I look at her and then at her hand and see a needle in it. “What have you done?” I ask her. My words start to slur and my vision starts to double.