Kissed By A Needle Novels & Stories

Even though I knew some videos were floating around out there, he denied them, of course, but they were there. “Next!” The girl at the counter said. She had tattoos on every visible portion of her skin, her hair was tied up in a bandana with a cute bow at the top. She had her lip pierced multiple times, along with her nose and eyebrow. I wished I could pull off that look. She looked badass but cute at the same time. I smiled at her. “Hi, may I please get four of the blueberry scones?” I looked at the rest of the items in the case. “And one of everything else?”

She stated and suddenly kissed me. That was the first time my lips touched hers. I've kissed so many women in my lifetime but she was unforgettable. The kissed we shared was slow and sensual. We kissed so deep like our lives depend on it. Our clothes were being discarded as our kiss continued to deepen. Then she moaned and called out another man's name. I stopped kissing her and lay her in bed. She was fast asleep after a few minutes. I couldn't help but watch her sleeping. I watch her sleep the entire evening. When I saw the sun was already up I left her alone. I left a note - thanks for the wonderful night.

Beside her stood a young woman in a loose sweater, holding a baby boy no older than a year in her arms. On her left ring finger was a simple band, nearly identical to ours.

She asked, “What is this?” Harry lifted the empty bottle and needle in his hand as he explained, “A friend gave this to me. It’s a needle K technique. You prick your brother’s skin with this needle for thirty seconds. The K-string in the needle will absorb a special substance from the skin. When you remove the needle in thirty seconds, prick this needle into your friend’s skin. K-string can dissolve in her skin and let the substance heal her.” Dior was confused. What was the K-string? What was needle-pricking?

Her breath was warm, her voice breathy and sinful. Cameron leaned into her. Her little tongue flicked his earlobe, playful and slow. He shuddered. And then, she descended…her lips brushing down the nape of his neck. Her hand trailed lightly across his chest as she positioned her face perfectly behind his ear. Between her teeth was a tiny, glinting object. A needle. Rylee smiled. And then pressed the needle into his skin. It was subtle. Too subtle to register immediately. She pulled back just in time to watch his brow furrow.

Lindsay felt a painful and itchy sensation on her feet, so she let out a scream. The needle in Kiran’s hands had been inserted into her feet. “Kiran, what are you doing?” Lindsay’s face went red. She squirmed so much that the towel had risen above her waist, exposing her lower body. “I’ve pierced the sole of your foot with a silver needle. All I need to do is move it up or down to disable you. Then, you’ll become crippled, and you will not be cured for the rest of your life,” Kiran was extremely cruel.

Nicole ignored their whispers as her fingers grabbed onto the row of cold silver needles, her expression entirely focused. Everyone could not help but train their eyes on her finger movements. Her fair white hand was slowly moving along a black leather. Under the silver glint, it had an alluring beauty to it. The hand slowly stopped at the front of a one-millimeter-thick needle. With a slight force from her index and middle fingers, she pulled that needle out between her fingertips. The glint reflected on Nicole's face as she carefully held the needle between her fingers and, with a flick of her hand, gently pierced onto the center of Jimmy's brow.

I stared at him, chest heaving, nipples hard, pussy throbbing and dripping down onto the leather. He lowered the buzzing needle toward my sensitive inner thigh, right beside that fresh black sketch, inches away from my swollen, needy clit. The first hot prick of the needle broke my skin and I gasped, the sharp sting mixing with the heavy ache between my legs as I waited for whatever came next.

But others served a different purpose. I selected a needle made of crystallized shadow, its tip sharp enough to pierce reality itself. In the right hands, it could sever connections that went deeper than flesh and bone. "Tell me," I said, returning to Ronan's side, "what do you know about mate bonds?" His eyes tracked the needle with growing alarm. "Stay away from me."

Or so I thought. Kira knelt by the first body. “Skinned post-mortem. They weren’t just sending a message. They enjoyed this.” Valerie’s grin sharpened. “Fucking amateurs. You don’t play with prey unless you plan to get eaten.” I didn’t speak. I just stepped forward and stared. The snow around them was blackened, melted by the warmth of blood still fresh beneath the ice. Their fingernails had been torn out, knuckles shattered, and someone had wanted them to fight back. Had forced them to.