Shadow Girlfriend Sonic Novels & Stories

She gave a toss of her high ponytail as if willing him to give it a go. “What is going on?” A female voice cut in. “This harlot who thinks she can seduce dad into giving him all his money is threatening me.” Gian glowered at her. “She doesn’t know who she is dealing with.” “This,” the girl tilted her head, “is the infamous Sasha? It’s kind of gross he’s sleeping with a chick younger than me.” She rolled her eyes at the girl she knew from the photos as Viviana and noted Sonny coming up behind two more women who were storming towards her.

"My friend Rowan, a bear shifter alpha named Tiago Estevan, and someone I believe you already know quite well. Sinthy." There was a long, thoughtful pause before he spoke again. "My beautiful little bird?" Sinthy blushed and rolled her eyes. She leaned toward the phone. "I already told you, Donatello. No." "Ah, what a shame. Such a lovely little bird. But being a gentleman is something I take great pride in, and a gentleman understands that no means no. Alas. Though it is truly wonderful to hear your voice again. Well, Mister Ashfang, what can I do for you?"

I give the people what they want, hype my friend up with love in my heart, and dance like there’s no tomorrow. The mixture of hard male and soft floral scents ratchets up the experience. The steady beat of the music sinks into my bones. I wish I’d gone out clubbing sooner. Something about the energy heals— “Don’t look now, but I think I’ve got Mr. Right,” Sonya’s voice tickles my earlobe. She’s lewdly rubbing herself against me now, the moment hot and provocative. I don’t need to look to know we’re driving everyone else crazy.

"And you are the interference. Julian has no more use for a son who lets his pulse be governed by a woman." The Shadow-Root became a slaughterhouse of shadows. The echoes didn't use guns. They used the "Sync." One of the echoes lunged, his movements a perfect mirror of Dante’s. They collided with a sickening thud of bone on bone. It wasn't just a physical fight; I could feel the "Sync" in my own chest flare with every blow they exchanged. Because they shared the same neural signature, the feedback loop was catastrophic. Every time my Dante took a hit, the blue light beneath my skin pulsed, a searing needle of white noise in my brain.

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

She just stared at it in anger without saying a word, for she already knew what it meant, but she didn't want to lose her anger on her yet. After they finished dancing, Sonia went to the bathroom by herself. Without her knowing, a shadow followed her quietly. Miles away from the city, it was pitch black in the island at night. In the shadow of the moonlight, one could hardly see his own fingers. The night wind whistled back and forth in the woods like a whining ghost. Once again, Sonia turned on her cellphone for some light. The leaves and twigs under her feet made cracking sounds with every step, completely covering up the sound of the footsteps of the stalker behind her.

The two of you, would be unstoppable. I am trying to help him get together a good crew, so far I have hooked him up with two other guys … all without even meeting or talking to him. It’s crazy how you can direct someone’s life, all from the shadows, they don’t even know. You guys all working together, with me guiding you, we could run the world.” My phone rang and I jumped. “Hey babe,” I said, answering. “Yeah, I’m sorry I’m taking so long I ran into a couple people and we got chatting, text me what you want from Wendy’s and I’ll be back in a few. Love you too.”

Drawing back with a smile, I meet his eyes and say, "Don't you think it's rude to hang up on your best friend just to get a blow job from your girlfriend?" Sinclair snickers, saying, "I'm pretty sure your brother appreciates me hanging up on him when I'm in the middle of something here. The last thing he probably wants to hear is the sound I make with that pretty hot mouth of yours wrapped around my cock. " Why does that sounds so fucking hot though? Oh, Ashley. You're so fucking down for this man. "Good morning. " I smile at him instead and he bends forward to capture my lips in his as he thrusts his cock between my breasts and I gasp lowly with Sinclair swallowing each sound.

She nodded and bid us goodbye. As we walked away, my mind returned to the strange feeling I had when I shook her hand. The familiarity of her grip. The way her eyes had scanned me for a brief second. It reminded me too much of Joanne. They both had that same energy. The energy you sense only from people trained to fight. People connected to the Phantom Syndicate. One of the groups we had been investigating. And now, more than ever, I hoped my suspicion was wrong. But deep inside, I knew it was not.

I shook my head before returning to my resting position, thankful that she couldn't see my smiling face from her little show of magic. "Oh come on. That was awesome," She reasoned, laying across my back in an attempt to get my attention but I only growled in response. She giggled, "I'm sorry." I didn't reply, already knowing I was never mad at her in the first place. A few moments passed before she spoke again. "I'm actually a Syren. A full-out, mind-controlling, water-bending Syren. Wow..." I felt her body relax as her breathing began to level. Soon enough she was out like a log, snoring and all.