Pin Against Wall Novels & Stories

Not moving at all. And somehow that was even more of a tease then everything he’d done to me last night. I tried to move my hips to work my body over him. “Na-uh.” He pinned me there against the wall. Keeping himself firmly lodged in me. “Wh-wh-what are you doing?”

On the other side rest big machinery all of which have red stains on them. Thick black doors makes up the right side of the wall that continue down the hallway all made from a type of metal that makes it impossible for anyone to break in or out of it. The stench of blood, grime, and urine hang in the hair and I take a big gulp, trying to swallow the bile that is coming up. Adair is well in front of us, walking dauntlessly without even taking a second glance at any of the red stains on the walls. Nick’s mouth is set in a tight line and he continues to glance at me behind his shoulder to make sure I’m okay.

As a result, as he kept slapping on it, he suddenly hit something with a click sound. It was the sound of a certain machine. Grumble! Densely packed tens of thousands of holes appeared on the wall right away. “What are these?” Quincy called out. “Be careful!” Zayne roared and opened up the Invincible Umbrella. Immediately afterward, many needles shot out of the holes in the wall in a flash. Each one glowed with blue light. They were venomous needles! The person who designed the trap did not plan to leave anyone alive nor any chance of survival. With such a great density and number of venomous needles, who could block them if it were ordinary people?

Lucianne responded with the same cheeky smile which pulled at Xandar’s heartstrings, making him give into his urge to squeeze the flesh at her waist before kissing her temple. From afar, the white wall in the underground parking space looked like any normal wall. Up close, there was a row of very subtle, minute, vertical lines, like they were carved there for decorative purposes. Greg didn’t even need to count from the far left to know which line was the fifty-second one, and he inserted his car key into that line before giving it a twist. He pulled the key back out, and the wall raised. So, it wasn’t a wall. But a concrete roller shutter.

The 'mighty' pretty-boy security guard was nowhere in sight, but Phil was sure the other guys have received the same instruction to keep him away from that part of the building. 'Mister loverboy' had also made sure the elevator took people straight to the bar and back downstairs. If you attempted to stop anywhere else, the machine demanded a pin. For which, you had seven seconds to enter it, or it took you back downstairs. "That prick!" Phil knew this because yesterday he'd tried getting off at the second floor, where Solana's apartment was located. He'd ended up taking a ride up and down twice before figuring out that a six digit pin was required to get off anywhere other than ground floor

“A creepy caviar-eating stalker doesn’t fit the CV, Mr. Sinclair.” He chuckled. “Whatever you say, Mrs. Sinclair," Crap. I looked for something I could use to change the topic. “The transparent wall—there's nothing to cover it—doesn’t give a lot of privacy.” I chastised. I didn’t see a curtain or veil. “It isn’t see-through. It’s tinted from the outside; unless it’s a sunny day and you’re pressed up against it, no one can see through it. And also-“ He clapped twice, and a black curtain fell over the wall.

Robin gets up, he has a confused look on his face and Cammie can tell he doesn’t know what to say. “Sorry about that!” Cammie blurts out. “I’ve come to help you put the walls pig up.” “The pigs wall up!” she corrects herself. Robin, still looking as if he’s been struck on the head with a tire iron which has caused a momentary loss of the ability to communicate, nods his head. He then turns to pick up the wall. He leans the wall up against the pigs hut and motions for Cammie too lean her body against it to keep it in place long enough for him to nail gun it back in place.

The walls were bare, the paint was flat, and the entire room felt somehow too plain, lacking any warmth or personal touch that would make it feel like a real home. Nicholas walked over toward the far wall, his boots tapping softly against the floor. Aligned neatly along the wooden paneling were four tall storage cupboards, each positioned directly parallel to one of the four beds. He reached out, taking hold of the brass handle of the first cupboard and pulling it open with a smooth click before moving down the line to open the rest.

When Zayden looked at what he just did, he felt proud of his work, he would have left a few more hickey when exactly at that moment, the doorbell rang and she abruptly stood up. “I will get it.”, She said to run away from there. Zayden smiled to see her blush. Grace was about to leave their room but, in the midway, she remembered about the security system. She turned around to tell him that he should open the door because she didn’t know the PIN. “47112”, Zayden said. “What?”, She asked, not understanding his reply. “The PIN is 47112. Go on! Open the door.”. He said smilingly. Grace gaped at him for a few seconds. Did he just tell her the PIN? Last time he had told her that he would tell her

The reflections of the trees on the dark blue water were impressively real looking. “Just lift the right corner up a little. A little more. Yeah, perfect,” I said. Heather pushed a pin through the corner to secure it to the wall and then another in the other corner. Once she’d done all four she stood back with her hands on her hips to admire it. In my opinion the painting was a little small for the wall she’d chosen, but I didn’t utter a word about that. “Looks good.”