Riven Winx Club の小説・ストーリー

"You know he owns Crimson Thorn, right?" "That bar downtown?" "It's not just a bar, sweetheart." Wren's voice dropped conspiratorially. "It's a private club. Very exclusive. Very... adult." "Adult?" "BDSM, Sera. Bondage. Submission. Ties them up, edges them for hours, makes them scream and cry and cum until they're completely his."She laughed at my expression. "God, you really are an innocent little bunny, aren't you?" Heat flooded between my legs. I turned toward the window, ashamed of my body's response.

“Nikolaidis. But his egg donor, as he put it, is a Frost. I’ve met some of them. Darius, Elijah, Forrest… and their wife Riko. Though I doubt you’d know them. They’re kind of private.” His eyebrows shot up. “Are you kidding? I went to Ravenwood with them.” My jaw nearly dropped. “Wait—seriously?” “Yup. Played basketball with Forrest. I was close with Darius and Elijah, too, at least back then. Riko came in during senior year. We didn’t hang out as much, but she was sharp. Quiet at first, but definitely the glue that held those three together. They called the brothers the Princes of Ravenwood.”

"You have been staring at that wall for months. Your eyes are going to fall out." Raven took the glass. "My eyes are fine." "Your soul is not. Drink." She drank. The club was loud, dark, pulsing with bass and bodies. Raven had not been to a place like this in years. The music vibrated in her chest, the lights flashed in her eyes, and the crowd pressed against her from all sides. It was overwhelming. It was exactly what she needed. Sasha dragged her to the bar, ordered shots, and raised her glass.

She overheard many of them talking into their mics. “We are here tonight for the grand opening of “The Raven”. It is a new club for vampires to come and drink up the town. The owner, a Ms. Majesta Fink, says that being turned into a vampire has given her the idea to have a place for them to kick off their shoes and be themselves.”

“Thank you for the heads up.” Without another word, I turn and exit the building. Brody and Xavier trail behind, silence stretching between us. “She’s not at that house, is she?” Brody finally asks as we slide back into the SUV. “No,” I say, jaw tight. “Then what are we doing meeting princes at clubs?” Xavier mutters. I clench my fists. “Because they might have information that will be beneficial to us.” “Club Raven,” Xavier says with a low whistle. “That place is a sin pit.”

I didn’t know where I was going until my eyes saw the pink neon through my windshield. VIXEN. It was just prefect. I have heard briar talk about this place once, he said there were many hot girls here that would make you fall in love in seconds and give all your money away. That was why he never came back after he almost revealed his secret to a stripper. This was the perfect club, if anyone was going to make me forget Lena, it's going to be the strippers of vixen. I parked my car and walked in, the security guard didn't even think twice, they just let me in without asking any questions.

I am looking forward to learning more about her. ------------ Friday nights in a BDSM club are rocking. The Inner Sanctum was full. We had reached capacity at 9 and started sending walk-in clients away. Or they could wait in the line that was quickly getting long and bending around the corner of the building. Our members that rented private VIP rooms by the the week or month had to show an ID card to get in and had a separate entrance. Security had alerted me that one of our regulars was trying to come in, but their ID had been revoked. I hurried to the lobby to head off the tantrum I knew was coming.

Cum dripped down his thighs onto Kael’s stomach. “Not yet,” Riven said, voice low and dangerous. “You’re not leaving this club until I’ve had my fill. And you’re not killing me until you admit you don’t want to anymore.” He reached back, guided Kael’s still-hard cock back to his hole, and sank down onto it with a filthy moan. This time Riven rode him — slow, deep, rolling his hips in a way that made Kael see stars. “You feel that?” Riven whispered, grinding down hard. “That’s me claiming the man sent to end me. How does it feel knowing the target is fucking you back?”

The first visit was to a pack called Mosswood, forty warriors, a territory that sat directly east of Strong Black Clan's recognized border and which Stefan had flagged as one of the three where Aldric's representatives had been within the last two months. The Alpha was a woman named Rina who had held the position for eleven years and who had the specific manner of someone who had spent those eleven years being underestimated by every larger pack in her vicinity and had adapted to it by becoming very careful about what she said and who she said it to.

"I know, I know. Don't worry about it." Grandma sighed. I heard my cousin, Katie Woods, ask Siena, "Hey, Siena, is that jinx from your family not coming?" "No, she's not coming. My family has been unlucky lately. She's staying in the old house, hiding away." Katie seemed relieved. "Good. I don't want to be anywhere near her. It's the New Year. Don't need to catch any bad luck." My lips curled up in a humorless smile as my heart sank into a cold void.