Silver Sonic Novels & Stories

The silky fabric made it super comfortable, light, and breathable. I unwrapped my damp hair and combed through it before putting it in a low pony. I didn’t feel like applying a full face of makeup, so I put concealer over the bags that hung under my eyes, did my eyebrows, lashes, and liner, and put a medium shade of maroon on my lids to match my dress. Once my makeup look was finished, I took my hair out of the ponytail, set some hair aside to make bangs, and then pulled my hair up into a high bun. A small amount of gel went onto the leftover hair and I styled some side swept bangs. Content with my appearance, I sprayed my favorite lavender smelling perfume and put on a pair of silver stilet

Waverly was worried. "Silver ions or products with silver can kill or prevent diseases, viruses, algae and fungal creatures. They can be used to defend our bodies from diseases and can also be used in the medical industry and even for electrical cables. Most importantly, they can be used to make accessories and high-end equipment. The Mccarthy family can set up a family company and handle this business well. There will be no harm to this cooperation, only benefits," Joseph said confidently. "Okay, I will do my best to negotiate with them."

Samantha growled as her aura flared. “Yes, Alpha!” Greg said as he kissed Penny on the head before handing her and the other pup to a kitchen worker. His mind link swept over us. He and Daren both pulled their silver teeth from their pockets and snapped them in their mouths. These were similar in fashion to Samantha’s, although these were more akin to Invisalign braces and could be removed. But, just like Samantha’s, these would stretch and mold into their wolf’s fangs; essentially coating their fangs with silver. All the titled members and elite fighters had them. This is the meaning of SilverFang.

And a nice set of ben wa balls. "Well, there's something in here you need, don't you?" I said. "I know, you need the Silver Rocket." I pulled out a sleek, anodized aluminum vibrator. It was polished to a mirror finish with a black base that twisted to turn it on. "This has the latest in vibrating technology. Its motor can produce variable speeds. It can get you going, or finish you off. You will be hurtling towards your climax using this." I twisted the base.

I kept my expression perfectly blank, an empty canvas of administrative politeness. "It’s a custom blend, Mr. Laurent," I replied, maintaining a steady even tone. "A lavender and silver-oxide synthesis. Our corporate environment requires a high standard of presentation and I prefer something that remains crisp throughout a twelve hour shift." I deliberately used the word ‘silver’. To a human, it meant nothing. To a wolf, it was a subtle, psychological deterrent – a reminder of the metal that could burn them.

Just the necklace. The only thing I can think of is that my father must have put it there. It seems like something he’d do—though he’s not exactly the sentimental type. My hands shake as I decide to call him. I still remember the number by heart, but even if I didn’t, the Silver Moon Enterprises number is easy to find online. The phone rings twice before a deep, gravelly voice answers. “Lucien Silver, Silver Moon Enterprises.” My stomach tightens. I almost hang up.

It wasn't steel; it was too bright, too cold, and its presence felt like a searing, impossible wrongness. I leaned closer, my mind instantly disconnecting from the corporate environment, the Board demands, and the Logan problem. This was different. This was Pack. With meticulous care, I pinched the tiny strand between my thumb and forefinger and extracted it. It was no more than an inch long, brittle, and intricately twisted to resemble a miniature, crude knot, a gift left precisely where my body would rest. Silver. Unmistakably. The corporate noise vanished, replaced by the primal silence of the wolf detecting a fatal threat. Silver was never accidental. It wasn't contamination. It was a ta

What the hell was even going on? Before I could say anything else, Silver's phone which had been sitting on the table began buzzing, drawing all our attention. She picked it up, rolling her eyes as she answered. "Hello?" She said, her voice dripping with disinterest. The moment she picked up, my gaze accidentally locked with Kingston's. And this time, I didn't try to look away. For some reason, I just ... froze. And so did he. "Oh shit." Silver said on the call, hurriedly grabbing her things scattered around the office. "I'll be there in five."

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.

“I come bearing a proposition.” The flicker of surprise on Salvatore’s face left as quickly as it came,but not quick enough for Don Silva to not notice. He scoffed,a harsh humourless sound.”A proposition?” His gaze narrowed with suspicion.”Explain yourself,Don Silva.” Don Silver’s lips curled into a half smile. “ I possess a certain…..influence with those currently sniffing at your doorstep.The articles plaguing your business can be discouraged.The whispers silenced.The investigation….dissuaded.”,he continued,his voice low and measured never taking his eyes off Salvatore.