Pinhead Novels & Stories

His grip on the weapon was firm, his eyes glinting maniacally from the black hood he had on. Finally, my fingers closed around the hairpin, and I pulled it free with slow, deliberate care. The metal felt cold and unforgiving in my hand. My heart raced as I braced myself for what I had to do. Without giving myself a moment to think, I thrust the hairpin forward, aiming for the man's knife hand. "You bastard!" I screamed as the hairpin made contact. The pin sank into his flesh with a sickening squelch, and he cried out in agony. The knife clattered to the ground, splattering blood in its wake.

we step away from the lie and wait off to one side. My mate shifts his stance and glances my way "Thank you" he says before taking out a few bucks holding them out to me "Here uh its for my tea" I shack my head no, not taking his money. "What's your name" I ask. "Harper, Harper Lewis" he says extending is hand out to me I take in and give it a shake feeling the sparks run along my skin from the contact. he pulls his hand away quickly as if I had burnt him "What's your name" he ask while looking down at his hand.

That's the man who helped Jackson. - What is your name? – I could see in his face that he knew I had already identified him. - My name is Jack. Everything went downhill afterward. I kept the exchange short, trying to get out of there. He could hurt me or my pup. One hit on my head, and all I saw was darkness.

he gestured towards Paul, who stayed silent throughout the exchange. "But I thought it was too good to be true," the Kingpin continued. "There you were, so many times I thought perhaps it was a lie. A person the money gurus wanted. I thought you would be protected, shielded or something. When I found out that you were living by yourself, I said it was a lie. I said there was no way. Of course, that tattooed kid hangs around you, but he wouldn't share his secret. He's strong, but he's not strong enough," the Kingpin laughed.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

Her hand reached into her pocket and she pulled out a hair pin and smirked before jamming it into the lock, twisting it until the door opened. She turned her head making sure again that she's alone, before walking into the room and locked the door behind her. Her phone vibrated in her pants pocket and she quickly picked it up. "You in?" The voice on the other side asked. "I'm in." Melinda confirmed. She sat in Lorenzo's leather black chair and opened his computer. "Okay, now I need you to d******d everything that's on that computer onto the hard drive I gave you." Melinda nodded, doing as told.

Looking at it for a second too long before looking up at me, his smirk plastered on his face seeing my frown. “The difference between you and me, Nathan, is that I never let a woman wrap me around her finger, and I do not give a fuck whether or not she is fucked by another man until she cannot walk, or whether I am the one touching her alongside another man. The day that YOU reach to that point, you would be smarter, I can’t say stronger” Donatello said, getting up from his seat “I’ll see you at the meeting, Pakhan”

He flexes his fingers by his sides. “Fuck,”he mutters. A moment later, the boy half runs, half stumbles through the gate and some of the tension in the alpha’s expression softens. John’s coppery hair is plastered to his forehead and he’s clasping the hand of a brunette girl around his age. She’s wearing the uniform of the kitchen maids, and has an angry scar across her cheek. My eyes narrow in distaste at the brand on her neck—one of Marius’s ways of identifying the Wolves he has working for him in the castle.

Piper The sharp click of my heels echoes through the long hallway, but it’s drowned out by the heavier thud of Adam’s footsteps behind me despite my attempt to outpace him. I can feel his eyes boring into the back of my head. My hands clench into fists as I struggle to ignore him. This part of the hotel is supposed to be relaxing—lined with boutique stores and soft music playing in the background. But with Adam tailing me, it feels like a battlefield.

"I’m going to fuck you in the ass first. And as soon as I’m ready again, I’m sticking my dirty dick in your pussy." I ignore his words, planning my next move carefully. I’ll only have one chance. If I fail, that’s it. He’ll do whatever he wants to me. I bend over, wheezing and clutching my stomach, my back turned towards him as my hand goes to my hair. I feel the cold metal of the antique hairpin that’s keeping my hair piled on top of my head. It’s gold. Six inches long. Pointed at the end like a stiletto.