Piper X Novels & Stories

"But dude, I said I'm sorry. It hasn't gotten to this" "Of course it has. You know I forgot to add the phrase, 'again' to my first sentence. You know this is the third time you'll be doing this shit. I've caught you twice and I spared you 'cause you promised you weren't gonna do this shit anymore, but here you are caught red handed. You deserve to rot in hell, man. You fucking know that when you take these things, it's gonna cause a glitch in the sales and what's worse? You'll become a traitor to X-habit. Scratch that! You're already one. Move your broke ass upstairs" "But man-"

He was potentially involved in the underground organization. I was tough as nails and could handle myself in most situations. But I’d never stood up to a man like this one. Julian held my gaze. “Whether he is working for the underground organization or not, Terry has set his sights on you, Piper.” My whole body chilled, even down to my bones.

Yorick says, sliding his hand back into mine. “Well, now I’m in a bad mood,” Piper says. “Maybe you’re hangry, Hellfire. Let’s go get lunch,” Zach says. “You and your nicknames,” I say, laughing. “Hey, if the nickname fits, who am I to argue. Piper’s got that fiery red hair and a temper to match. I love the passion,” he says, winking at her. “Stop flirting with me,” she says, shaking her head, but her lips are twitching.

"Oh, sweet lord in heaven," Piper giggled again. She had never had a client like Bill. He watched hungrily as she gently lifted a boob and brought it to her lips. He made an animalistic noise low in his throat, watching her kiss her mound, running her pink tongue over the pale, creamy skin. Then she wrapped her lips around the nipple, and precum seeped from his cock, staining his pants and drenching it. "Oh, someone's very excited," She purred, eyeing the spreading wet patch in his pants.

Hair in a frizzy bun, hoodie covered in fur, eyes shadowed like I’d been punched by sleep deprivation itself. Hot. My sisters got meet-cutes with hot guys. My older sister Xenia was Pongoed, if you don’t understand the term, go watch 101 Dalmatians, and you’ll understand, in Central Park, and fell in love with Clay Nikolaidis, who resembles a statue of a Greek god more than a real man. And now my baby sister, Amaya, has her dream guy. Sure, there was way more chaos for Amaya and Alan, but the end result was the same… true love. Meanwhile, I had cat puke on the floor and haven’t been on a date since Spitfire came into my life and scared off the guy I was sort of seeing by using his testicles

Maybe it was just an after-effect of a growth spurt? After a shower, feeding Viper and a change of clothes into a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans, Natasha left the house with a small device in her hand no larger than her own phone and the beeper she had damaged. It was the Life Cell. In order to get a new one, she had to return the former. The store was only one city block away as Natasha walked into the large building filled with electronic equipment. She stopped at the counter which was in the very center of the building.

He gently removed her shoes, his touch tender. "Lyra, when did you start drinking like this?" Harrison asked, alarm creeping into his voice. Piper's eyes flashed open, her gaze unfocused. She covered her face with her palm, mumbling, "Lyra, Lyra, Lyra... I'm sick of hearing that useless name." Piper's words dissolved into incomprehensible mumbles, her body sinking into the mattress. Harrison's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" he pressed, but Piper's eyelids fluttered shut.

Piper threw up, all the drinks she had had, spilling heavily onto the ground between them, the sound harsh and startling. Kris recoiled instinctively, his face scrunching up in disgust “What the hell—” Piper barely registered his voice. Her knees buckled as another wave wracked her body. Somewhere behind her, she dimly heard footsteps rushing closer. “Piper!”

"She's a mortal, Your Highness. Of this world. Even mortals from our world could not feel the bond unless the shifter is in danger." "Do you think I don't know that?" Primo snapped, and he ducked his head again. Frustrated, he fisted my hand and punched it against his chest repeatedly. "Look at me. I have never been this vulnerable, Gresser. I've never been this sick," he said firmly, gritting his teeth. Never in his wildest teeth did he imagine those words ever to be connected with him. Then he pointed a hand at the bright moon overhead. "That is not our Moon Goddess! I don't know what kind of moon that is, but it keeps tugging on my power like some gravity. I could feel my soul and wolf ri

Her fair skin glistened as she soaked under the night’s sky; the moon reflecting off her body and tickling her features. Out of all his affairs, Piper was probably his favorite. Not only was she young and beautiful, but she was easy to talk to. Despite her constant need for sex and that she fucks him with her eyes, she seems to genuinely care about what he says. She listens and provides feedback that proves to be useful to him.