Salty Nun Novels & Stories

Batt I sit at the bar in The Gentlemen’s Club, glass of Jameson Whiskey in my hand as I watch her dance. Amora, she’s beyond beautiful, but in an old Hollywood glamour kind of way, not this baby doll, little girl looks from today. She has strong features, beautiful almond shaped green eyes, high pronounced cheek bones. Her skin was the most beautiful caramel color I had ever seen. I have imagined many times how soft she must feel. She must taste like vanilla, or strawberries. I close my eyes as my mouth waters at the thought. I open my eyes as I hear the music change, and she starts to sway a bit more as her hands roam her body like a lovers would. She was slowly making her way to her breast

Mariah POV The sunlight streamed through the large windows of the packhouse, hitting the polished wood floors in golden stripes. Today wasn’t just any day. Today was the day Nick and I would stand before our pack and declare ourselves Alpha and Luna. The weight of the responsibility, the honor, and the love between us pressed against my chest, and for the first time in months, the nerves didn’t feel heavy—they felt alive.

My ass looks bomb as hell. For the first time in a very long time I feel confident about how I look. I grab a short,silky,black robe to put on over the underwear. Sexy but classy. I put on some watermelon lip balm and walk to the door. Here goes nothing.

-Emilio- Anastazie showed up for the Mate's Moon Ball looking gorgeous. Her white hair shined in the moonlight and the red lipstick she had picked brought her goddess like features out. She was a sight to behold yet she was obilvious to the young Alpha who were unmated stealing glances at her. Many packs called her the snow white of the wolves due to her beautiful white hair and fair skin. And me in my young stupidity had tricked our pack that she was weird and ugly. I felt jealously as all the other young males oogled her. She was mine, I had known her the longest. Many of the men sniffed the air as she absent mindedly walked past them. They were all hoping she'd be their mate and their pac

If not, then that’s how he’s gonna die. I glanced at Luciano who didn’t leave me even after hearing his brother ridicule him. My eyes turned to glare at Nikola but before it, I had a glimpse of a huge painting behind him; that was of a gorgeous brunette girl, her bluish oceanic eyes stood out first than her plump lips painted in red. She was partially naked and that somewhat upset me because she didn’t look like a whore, she had a virgin face and the fact I didn’t leave unnoticed she resembled me, a lot. A bucket of ice water cascaded on me.

With that he sits down just staring at the picture as he sips on his whiskey. (Skipping ahead- 2 days later) Toni's POV: Today we are heading back home as we do need to graduate. Our parents and the twins parents left late last night, Marina left early this morning and shockingly Ashton and Carmen left. So that left all of us, Charlie and Reina. I've noticed how they've been sneaking glances at each other or lightly touching each other when they walk by each other. Damn we are some matchmakers around her I swear. Pulling from my thoughts I finish packing up my stuff and put my bag by the front door. I walk into the living room watching Tyson kiss all over Kia's stomach as she sits there eati

But then, I was reminded what type of a man he was himself, who could change sides any time and leave me to endure humiliation. She raised her eyebrows and scoffed, her hand hung in the air, showing perfectly done nail art. Before she could start bashing on me, the door opened and three models made their way inside, and they were also no unknown faces to the world, Anna Belluci, Elisabetta Romani and Maria Salerno.

After opening all the plates, she stood up. Martin swallowed as she walked seductively to the door. She locked it and walked to his table. She sat on it and opened her legs widely. Martin's breath hitched as he stared as her bare vagina. It was shaved clean, just the way he loved it. He managed to rest his back on the sofa. He was suddenly not hungry for food anymore. The woman unbuttoned her shirt completely. Afterwards, she dipped her index and middle fingers into her mouth while maintaining direct eye contact with her boss. She was his personal chef and also his sex toy.

but I mean…who cares. “Everyone has been fantastic so far”. Someone tsks from one of the seats. I'm not sure who it is. “It's definitely the most…. unique company I've had in a while”. “You think everyone is fantastic, you say?”. Another woman asks. I remember her own name, Marilyn Manson, Luna to a pack on the far west coast. She's been a somewhat unique character too, barely cracking a smile at whatever anyone says, just holding her husband's hand all through the evening…almost to prove a point. Her husband is definitely the oldest on the table and she….well, definitely young enough to have tongues wagging I imagine. “You must be the trusting type, Valeria of Silver Glow. Be careful not to

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”