Silver Sonic 06 Novels & Stories

The wood was familiar, like a continuation of their shared story, and when he opened the box it gleamed—silver and delicate. Trixie’s breath caught. Inside lay a ring: a slender band of rose gold, engraved inside with the words “Luna, forever”. Centered in a pale moonstone that shifted colors in the light, it glowed like hope. He knelt. The wood of the floor was cool under his knees, rough grain pressing through his jeans. He lifted the ring gently and looked at her softer than she’d ever seen him, rawer and more certain.

Sinclair cusses, surprise laced through his voice and I moan, struggling to keep my eyes open as he draws back and smashes in; his cock squeezing me promptly and touching so fucking deep inside. "Oh, Sinclair! Oh, fuck! It feels so fucking good. " I cry and Sinclair holds his palm over my mouth; silencing my moans. "You have to be fucking quiet, Little Greene. Do you understand?" He queries and I hum; the sound muffled against his palm. "Good. This is gonna be fast and different from last time. Let me know if it's too much so I can stop. " He says and I nod. As if I'm ever gonna ask him to stop? No fucking way in hell.

Selene screams, her voice cracking as she instinctively covers her throat. "Is that right?" I let out a dark, mocking purr, pulling a small silver recording crystal straight out from the layers of my heavy crimson gown. I press the side of the stone, and our exact voices instantly echo through the high arched ceilings of the boutique. The raw, unfiltered recording plays back every single piece of her treasonous filth clearly. The arrogant, smug expressions on all three of their faces shatter like cheap glass, their features twisting into absolute, naked panic.

I shook my head as Silver blushed again by my words, I never noticed how innocent Silver was, I simply believed she was just dumb, and naive, but she sure proved me wrong. Walking to where her shoes were I found her above the knee gold high boot heels, “perfect!” I turn to her to see she was looking shocked but she left in a hurry, I look around to see what else she will wear to find the perfect set of earrings with necklace, and simple makeup but will help her show her best features, the second Silver came out I took her hands to see if she should paint them but to my surprise she had French tips done, “cute, these look cute on you for sure,” I let go of her hands to then pint at her small

I channeled it all into a single, massive strike against the primary intake valve of the silver engine. ​CLANG. ​The sound was singular. It wasn't a riot; it was a bell-toll that resonated through the very core of the planet. The silver engine caught the vibration, its internal lights turning from a clinical violet to a warm, resonant amber. The sound didn't fade. It began to circulate, a deep, comforting bass note that hummed in the floorboards and the marrow of our bones. ​The grey static on the horizon vanished completely. The "Defined Reality" expanded, pushing out past the valley and into the wasteland beyond.

“Bounce on it until your legs shake. I want that hole to milk the cum right out of me.” The tip of Jax’s cock grazed the ring of Silver’s prostrate mercilessly, making the brothers release incoherent sex sounds, loud moans, and the hateful tension they had been holding on to. “Shit, oh fuck me!” Silver’s ragged moans filled the room, his eyes rolled back into their sockets, showing the whites. He tried to grab unto Jax’s thighs for anchor, instead his fingers dug deep into skin, igniting pain and fueling the pleasure.

Steve, who had his left eye on her movement stopped immediately she did, and asked her. “Hmmm.” “You want one?” Steve asked but she shook her head. “No, just admiring it.” She responded, what desire could she possibly have when she was a broke woman but she really liked them and would love to have one. She walked into the shop as if in a trance, only to find that the shop owner was a busy old man, she stopped not far from him and watched as he polished the sea shells and painted them into all sorts of colors with various designs before setting them out to dry. Two lovers walked in and at their order, she watched the shop owner string a twin lovers shell for them, making it into a couple’s ne

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

How in the name of the beloved Goddess am I still alive? I wanted to curl up and slip into death like the other people, but then the sound of the horses grew louder. Instinctively I dived below the table we dined on only minutes ago, and tried to listen in on the people approaching. The sound of the horses stopped as the people arrived at the scene, and there was silence for a while. Then someone spoke up. "Well, well. It seems it worked." The voice sounded familiar: too familiar, it made my skin crawl.

I raised my eyes and met with a man in a perfectly tailored blue suit. "Mate" "Mate" "Mate" my wolf was continuously chanting and jumping inside. I started taking deep breaths and taking that smell as much as I can. He was probably 6.2 with a strong aura. His brown eyes fixed on me. Perfect jawline, and a sharp nose and I could imagine his perfect body under his clothes. His silky black hair strands fell on his forehead and swayed with his moments. "Luca Silver", Luca introduced forwarding his hand. "Jack Smith", he shook his hand. His voice was deep and sexy.