Rin X Bon Novels & Stories

There still didn’t seem like a logical reason that Benson would instantly want to kill Nicolas. “What is your name?” Chaze asked, which made me feel dumb as I should of started off with that. However, I’m more focused on trying to keep Nicolas alive. Having said that, I’d rather him not be an issue for us but this scene here isn’t right. “My name is Rin.” All three of us dropped our jaws to the floor with pure shock and bewilderment. How the hell does Benson have a different name! He isn’t supposed to have any memories, let alone a new name!

The ashtrays were full of bullshit and nothing else. Rin didn’t take long. With his wounds now healed, his tongue working omegan saliva over any remaining lacerations, Lexus had every intention of using the oil to rub out any lingering stress until the feral male came back to his senses. However, Azrin had other plans. Using all his added muscle mass, he knocked the blond over with surprising force.

Rowan’s eyes twitch, and he grips the edge of the table, his nails digging in till there's a slight crack in the wood. Knox laughs. “I think you shouldn't sweat it. The child is obviously mine. I'm his fated mate; I'm the only one capable of impregnating him.” Rowan moves so fast. He rises to his feet abruptly, and in a wink, he's standing in front of Knox, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him to his feet. "I dare you to repeat that!” He growls low and deep, his fingers turning into claws and digging into his neck and dragging blood.

The rain followed them until dusk. By nightfall, the city gates stood behind them. Varethis burned red against the horizon. Lyra didn’t look back. The Bone Crown sat hidden beneath a black wool hood, wrapped in strips of cloth to keep its glow from bleeding through the fabric. It still pulsed against her temples like a second heartbeat. North. Always north. Cassian rode beside her in silence. He shouldn’t have been upright. The wound beneath his ribs had been stitched twice. Blood still seeped through the bandages beneath his coat whenever the horse shifted beneath him. He’d said exactly nothing about it for the last six hours.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

He stands before the cave's entrance, ready to face the guardian with the support of his loyal friends. Inside the cavern, they encounter the phoenix, its feathers ablaze with brilliant hues of orange and gold. It unleashes waves of searing flames, testing their agility and teamwork. Amelia uses her magic to create protective barriers, while Aphelion swifts through the air, striking with calculated precision. Fenrir taps into the power of the Moonstone, using its energy to enhance his strength and agility.

Damien thrust in hard, burying half his thick cock inside Rin’s tight heat in one brutal stroke. Rin cried out sharply, forehead pressed against the cool glass, palms slipping slightly as pleasure and pain mixed. “Fuck… you’re huge,” Rin gasped, breath fogging the window overlooking the city.

She has a mean scowl on her face and she looks like she would love to beat the crap out of me. “Let’s work on what you're good at… speed first” Mateo steps in “Reina will guide you on how to dodge attacks. You’re weak, so your best bet is making sure the enemy doesn’t land a blow on you or you’re out” he explains I’m not weak. But i held my tongue Reina and I made our way to the ring. Up Close she looked terrifying. She towered over me by a couple of inches. Her eyes were a piercing blue. She was a mix of gorgeous and scary in a weird way.

Ambrose slumped on top of Matthew as he catches his breath. "Ambrose," Matthew called out. "Yeah?" Ambrose replied. "You didn't use a condom."

The Kain I knew never said no to a blowjob from me. I watched in wonder as he redid his pants and walked away from me to the bar, leaving me on my knees, hungry. “Want a drink?” he asked over his shoulder as he opened a cut glass bottle of cognac and splashed some into two glasses. What the actual fuck?! Slowly I rose to my feet, my eyes glued to Kain’s relaxed frame as he sipped at the glass of bourbon he held “What the fuck was that?” I asked in the most civil voice I could muster right now