Sans Bones Novels & Stories

I enjoy it. My wetness soaks into the material of the seat as Michael draws back, admiring his work, his dick engorged in his briefs. Before I can let any question out, he snaps his fingers, and the person I least expect to see me naked walks in. Bones. His breath hitches at the sight of me. I squirm in the seat, feeling hot and aroused at the same time. Why am I getting hornier now that Bones has walked in? To make it worse, he has a box of sex toys in his hands.

Cyrus leaned down, his cold breath brushing my ear as he threatened, "You refuse to apologize, huh? Then you'll go hungry and thirsty until you admit your fault." Beside him, Sophia clapped her hands and laughed. "Alpha Cyrus, don't waste your breath. If she's not dying, she can endure it." With that, they turned and left. The cabin door slammed shut behind them, and they locked me in. Wolfsbane spread through my veins, turning my skin a faint purple. As my consciousness blurred, only one thought remained—I'd make Cyrus and Sophia bleed for this.

she asks. “You’re going to hold the bones while my wolf heals them?” I ask, shocked. “Yes, if she’s strong enough,” she says to me. ‘I’d like to try,’ Haise says in our mind space. In the past, we’ve just had braces put on our legs and while Haise healed me, the bones were never set properly. It’s probably why they break during battles. I’ve noticed that more and more, my bones have been breaking, especially in places where they’ve broken before.

A little further, a white skeleton dressed in a red dark coat was detaching. Most of the clothes on the skeletons had rotten, but this particular red coat was made of nylon, so it was in better condition. I got closer and thoroughly cleaned the bones and red coat. It looked like a female skeleton. There were only four finger bones on her left hand and her little finger was missing. I positioned the skeleton in front of Vincent. The lower limbs were missing and only the damaged upper part of the body remained. Vincent's expression changed radically as he stared at the missing finger. He remained silent and his eyes turned red.

It was so thin and transparent that the cold seemed to bite her flesh even more now. "She doesn't look like much, eh?" Huge feet walked in front of her bowed figure. She could barely shrink back, there was no strength in her at all. All she could do was stay hunched over and take deep breaths. The skin of her hand was so thin now that her bones jutted out, threatening to burst through, her knuckles were pronounced and the outline of every bone could be seen through her skin.

I have not stopped looking at her differently and she has been my slave for years now. Bones start cracking and taking a different shape. She is screaming through it all and it just makes me want to take all that pain away. “You are doing so well Shan, come on, you are almost there.” I encourage her just like I did with Sandy when she shifted. Soon she is standing on all fours and I am stunned.

VANESSA ***Four and a Half Years Later*** My knee jumps nervously as I sit rigidly on the edge of the bed, my mind turning over anxious thoughts while I stare at the red glow of the numbers on the bedside clock. He should be home any minute now. It isn’t unusual for Callum to take short trips to Denver these days since he’s apprenticing with a tattoo artist there, but the wait for him to return this time has been particularly brutal. The past two days have felt like the longest of my life.

’ Ben tells me as he points to a sofa. I make myself comfortable just as he told me as he also enters his walk in closet to finally put on something. Ben returns after some few minutes and also makes himself comfortable on the sofa, making sure to keep a good amount of space between us. ‘So what did you want to talk about?’ Ben asks me. He is now changed into a sweat pant. I think this guy has a thing for showing his abs because he chooses not to wear any shirt. It is not like I mind him being half naked or anything but it would have been descent for him to wear something.

Interrompi-o: - Falas bonito quando contas as tuas histórias. Sander justificou-se: - Sabes, eu não consigo controlar as minhas visões. Enquanto dançávamos e tu estavas aconchegada em meus braços, dirigiu-se em nossa direção um homem, era Bruno que tinha uma arma na mão, chegou rápido e arrancou-te dos meus braços sem dizer sequer uma palavra! Puxava-te pelos braços, mas tu não querias ir. Viravas a cara para trás como que a implorar por ajuda mas naquele momento não me ocorreu fazer nada, fiquei calmo, dentro de mim uma profusão de sentimentos, talvez sentisse culpa. Se eu não tivesse entrado em tua vida talvez nada disto teria acontecido.

AUTHOR’S POV: Carson walked angrily as he headed to his house, he could feel eyes on him but he didn’t care. For someone that old he looked very young and handsome with a blonde, a very muscular body complemented his look, he stood tall about 6’7, and had the sexiest body stature ever. It was a pity he didn’t have a mate though every female species even some males would do anything to lay on his bed and whoever did always wished to go back, especially Sonia {she is in charge of female affairs across the paranormal world}.