She's Sweet As Sin Novels & Stories

"You, my dear, are fake." "Just because I turned you down doesn't give you the right to insult me," She hissed. "I came here to apologize..." "I don't need your apology," He interjected rudely. "Save it for someone who cares to listen." "You're destined to be alone for the rest of your pathetic life, Sinjin Santillan," She stated as she got to her feet. "I pity the woman who'll fall into your trap." "She'll be one lucky woman," He shot her a smug smirk. "I promise you."

“How can I possibly think of another when such a beautiful woman is beside me?” For a moment, she doesn’t speak as she considers my words, but when she shifts into Tabitha, I know that she doesn’t believe me. “Would you prefer if I looked like this?” She purrs, wrapping her arms and legs around me. “Don’t you know that your nectar tastes better when you’re in love?” “In love?” I hiss in shock. “Who the fuck said I was in love with her?”

However, she had to play along by feigning enthusiasm, “OMG, really? I love missions with you. Who knows maybe with your help, I'll become the second-best Heist in the world.” After saying that, she stiffly went to her seat as the doctor called for her. As a wolf, she didn't flinch when they tear into her skin, it felt more like a prickle. Seeing a silver knife on the tray, she sneaked a glance around and when she noticed everyone distracted, she took hold of it ignoring the pain she felt as the silverware burnt her skin. Oh, sweet moon goddess, whatever happens, may take it out alive. She prayed as sweat rolled out of her forehead. Why, because everyone knows that no one had tried to make i

She asked, completely entranced. “Mind filling the rest of us in?” I asked. Sinclair’s face then shifted. She went from looking like she’d seen a ghost to a woman ready to kill someone. Her hands started shaking, and then the rest of her body. Her face started turning red with anger. “No! They don’t get to do this to me. Especially not this bitch,” she snarled. Adrian forces Sinclair to look at him. “Sinclair, who is she?” “Candy, my foster sister.”

anyone's attention and to make her more alluring, her bright green eyes were as beautiful as crashing waves. Gia, had an hourglass figure even in her petite build, her honey blonde hair was like an ocean down her back, the way the waves rippled and fell around her. She had brown eyes and a straight nose with light freckles across her skin, her soft pink lips were shaped in a heart, perfect for pleasing. My eyes moved to Ashlyn, she had short brown hair that was straight against her sharp jawline, and I loved to watch it move as she rode me, she had small perky breasts and a small firm ass, but her face was as beautiful as nyx herself. She carried a warrior's beauty with her sharp, cat-like

Samantha gasped, the slight sting followed by the soothing of Elena's tongue. "You smell so good," Elena said, her voice husky. "Like vanilla and... you." Her hand slid between Samantha's legs, fingers brushing over her clit, making Samantha buck her hips. "Oh god," Samantha moaned, her nails digging into Elena's shoulders. Elena's touch was confident, circling her clit with just the right pressure, then dipping lower to tease her entrance. Samantha was dripping, the wetness coating Elena's fingers as she pushed two inside, curling them upward.

Her voice was angelic, like music to his soul. “Yeah we went for the actual pleasure. What’s your name?” He demanded, letting his tongue brush her lower lip. “April. Just April.” “April huh? I’m Sin.” He watched her reaction closely. Her shoulders shook with mirth, “The name fits you.” She made the move to get out of his arms and Sin felt his arms subconsciously holding her tighter. The moment he realised what he did he unwound his arms from around her, gave her the space she wanted while he made himself busy by discarding the used condom into his bathroom bin.

her voice trailed off. Biting on my bottom lips to heighten my discomfort, I answered, “You have done so once. You can always do it again.” Sin’s cheeks flushed, yet her gaze hardened. Considering what she had walked into earlier, she was probably melting with shame, and I loved every inch of torment written all over her dirty face. “Are you this depraved with every woman?” Bursting into a peal of laughter, I leaned forward from my seat and let my eyes roam every inch of her body. “Woman? You think you’re a woman?”

She is mine, body and soul, and in this moment, nothing else in the world matters but the bond we share. As we catch our breath, I press soft kisses to her neck and collarbone, savoring the taste of her skin against my lips. She looks up at me with a mix of desire, confusion, and something else I can't quite place. "Sin," she whispers again, and this time, her voice is filled with a hint of uncertainty. I can see the questions swirling in her eyes, the doubts and fears that come with giving herself so completely to another person.

she asks sardonically. I swallow. "I'm Amolet." "Before you say anything else, most generous and kind sister, she has an uncanny ability to strangle Immortals, so I wouldn't risk getting on her bad side. Trust me,” Sinful adds, to which I narrow my eyes on him, although am silently glad he’s informed Ira of that, a frown gathering between the girl’s brows. "Interesting," she muses. "I assume Sinful has fallen victim to this power of yours due to his mouth."