R H Sin Books Novels & Stories

I stood in the doorway for a moment before entering, taking it in. "Help yourself," Richard said, gesturing at the shelves. He left me there; which felt deliberate. I walked along the shelves slowly, running my eyes over the spines. History, architecture, design, business. And then, on the lowest shelf near the window, a row of thick brown folders that had no titles on the spines; just dates on the edges in faded ink. I crouched down. The dates were old. Early 2000s, late 1990s. Property files, from the look of the edge labels: addresses and borough names. My fingers moved along the dates without conscious decision.

Did I not shut this last night? I peeped in to see Alex seated in the middle of my office going through a textbook written by a past professor that had taught at Heldon Twenty years ago. I recognized the book because I had been reading it a few days back. I gently pushed the door open and stood by as he was consumed by what he read. The rays of the sun settled on his beautiful face. How could one person look this attractive? I had always thought Alex to be good looking from that first night at the club but I had never seen the side of his beauty. He looked up, jerked and got to his feet.

A slow smile appeared on my face as I went towards her corner and examined it. I sat down on the bed and opened a book. It was a small notebook that had drawings of various shapes and sizes. As I looked at them and observed them carefully, I noticed that it was not just drawings but runes. I did not know much about runes but based on whatever knowledge I had gained so far, I knew that it was runic formations and basic magical spells to ward off negative neergies. Demons? Why was she drawing runes in her books and how did she know all of this? I wondered as I flicked one page after another.

Short chapter I know 😩😩 Just had to put this up Finally we're done with sin My longest book so far The Walker series has come to an end You can read them as a stand alone In the following order for better entertainment Faded (Walker series book 1) Tony's Book Running (Walker series book 2) Alex's Book Fallen Angel (Walker series book 3) Rhys's Book Possession (Walker series book 4) Ethan's Book Sin (Walker series book 5) Tristan's Book Thank you all for reading and voting my books I love y'all 🤩🤩

And so, with my right fingers gripping his left shoulder, and my left hand arched at the elbows, palm flat on my left butt cheek, I peered over my shoulder. Then I began to ride, starting with a slow and steady rhythm. I would move my hips high enough to the point his dick was almost about to slide out of me and then, I would descend...slowly, teasingly. I then fixed my daring gaze on his heated look as I rode his big, fat cock with a measured pace. Fuck, I sure never learned my lesson, did I? He might decide to take his revenge, delaying the sweet fuck I'd been anticipating. But even so, I still kept at it, riding him in a slow pace, teasing him with amusement in my eyes.

I only stopped when I finally stopped smelling medicine in the air and bought a bottle of water from a vending machine, gulping down most of it. Even as I came to my senses, I heard the boy in my belly talking to me. [Mommy! Help! She's killing me… She's eating everything, leaving me with nothing!] Hearing that voice, I was finally sure that this wasn't a dream. It was real, and I had reincarnated. - In my last life, I was married to Zach Spencer for five years but we never had children until he told me about Tina. She was his childhood friend and a gynecologist, and she had a miraculous treatment that could induce pregnancy right away.

He spun me around and slammed me back against the cold stone wall of the hallway. I gasped, the air leaving my lungs. He was right there, looming over me. He had a silk sheet tied loosely around his waist, his chest still heaving from exertion, the scent of sex and expensive cologne surrounding him. His grey eyes, full of sin and secrets, bored into mine. He leaned in, his shadow swallowing me whole. A slow, cruel smirk spread across his lips. "Finally," he whispered, his voice a low growl that vibrated against my skin. "You came out of your cage, princess."

But damn if Ethan Sinclair didn’t make her pulse stutter every time he said her name in that low, velvet voice. Tonight she started in the living room, dusting the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Central Park. The city sparkled like scattered diamonds. She hummed along to the music, rolling her shoulders, letting her body move naturally as she worked. The penthouse smelled like him—sandalwood, crisp linen, and something darker, more expensive. It always did. She told herself it was just the cleaner she used on the leather sofas, but she knew better. It was him. Always him.

The hawk woman, still trembling from her climax, leans down, licking the cum off my breasts, her tongue swirling over my nipples. The table shakes as Elias pounds into me, his hands gripping my hips, bruising. The coven chants louder, a primal hymn, and I feel their touches multiply—fingers in my hair, hands spreading my ass wider around the toy, someone pinching my clit. Another orgasm builds, faster, harder, and I’m helpless, lost in the frenzy of bodies and sensation.

she said, smiling happily at the thought of their first grandchild. “Hopefully, ma. By the way, I’m here to get my books.” “The ones by Jakara Blue? Yes, it’s on the bookshelf in your room.” Later in my room, I indeed saw about ten books by Jakara Blue that were arranged neatly on a shelf. I picked one of them and traced the embossed author’s name with my finger. This explained why I used the name Jakara Blue as my new name in Japan. It must be because I was an avid reader of Jakara Blue’s books. Remembering about my purpose in coming here, I started opening the folders that were arranged on another corner of the shelf. I had the habit of placing important documents in a folder.