Sans X Sans Novels & Stories

“We don't have to call him.” She clicked the contact information. There was an encrypted messaging address and a phone number. Emma's eyes widened. “Oh, we're definitely calling him.” “No,” Naomi said. Everyone looked at her. “We message him.” Leonard nodded. “She's right.” Emma looked offended. “Why?” “Because if we're pretending to buy illegal gas, we probably shouldn't sound like three doctors who have never bought anything more dangerous than ibuprofen.” Sofia typed. Hello. I'm interested in purchasing one tank of Thanox.

Everyone is a Saint in SINCITY. Everything is Perfect in SINCITY. Until… Two groups came into SINCITY. One group consisted of two teenage boys on summer vacation. One a non-serious student who thinks the world and all that belongs in it is a big pile of confusion and thus he had decided to spend his vacation in the famous SINCITY of Saints. There is no way a city as beautiful and as rich as that would be without any form or act of sin, determined to learn more about this city and to uncover her secret and flaws, Jason Norman dragged his best friend into going to SINCITY with him but what he didn't remember to do, was to prepare for what he was about to uncover.

"Listen here, little gold di—" "Shut up! Don't you dare finish that sentence!" Xavier gets up abruptly from his seat causing it to scrape against the tile. His fist and jaw clench and unclench as if he's trying to calm himself. "We're together and that's that; there's nothing you can do to change it. You have nothing over—" "Of course—" "Well, tell them. Be my guest because that's what you are, nothing more." A smirk quickly replaces his anger. "So go on Ms. Sosa. Be. My. Guest."

Well, it was all due to my very hot ex standing before me with her fresh order in his hands. The tall guy had a small apron around his waist and wore a white button-up shirt that was open in his chest area, not leaving much for the imagination, as if he had come straight out of some hot p**n movie that would leave me honey in the first minutes as much as I dislike admitting that. The Santa hat on his head made it even worse, tempting every single degree of my soul and wolf side. It was hot! Too spicy for winter! Too alluring that someone should punish him and I didn't mind if it was me!

My breaths came in ragged gasps, each one punctuated by an expletive, as the sensations overwhelmed me. “Sonofabitch! So fucking good! Mmmmnnnn...” I cried out, the words escaping my lips uncontrollably, followed by a long, deep sigh of bliss. Just as he had done before and as he often did, Marius paid no heed to my words. Instead, he continued his relentless assault on my senses. His determination was both thrilling and maddening. The onslaught of emotions surged within me, each more confusing and overwhelming than the last. It was as if he was exacting some kind of delicious revenge, and this was his chosen method of retribution.