Sin By Night Novels & Stories

his fingers wrapped around my hand, bringing it to his heart, “That no matter what, I’ll always protect you. You and Azure. No matter the cost.” Another knock at the door breaks our moment, “Come in.” Sin walks in looking sleek in an all-black suit, showcasing his height and slender body. Did I mention he’s easily six-foot five? He must have ran water through his hair, because the strands appear more tamed and less 'I just got out of bed'. “Is this more,” he makes a finger circle around his face, “Presentable?” “You didn’t have to do anything special,” I smiled, “I personally thought you looked fine before. I couldn't care less about what my soon-to-be ex-husband thinks of whom I keep compan

I replied. There was a silence, a moment of recognition. He cleared his throat. "What sins have you come to confess today, Serena?" he asked. His tone tried to be pastoral, distant, but I noticed the tension. I noticed how his breath hitched for a second before saying my name. I leaned closer to the lattice, so close my lips almost brushed the wood. The scent of clean soap and manliness emanating from his side of the booth intoxicated me. "Lust, Father," I whispered. "I can’t stop having impure thoughts. They are constant. They consume me."

(Sofia's POV) The night had been long, warm, and filled with a kind of closeness I had never known before. Even in my sleep, I could still feel the memory of Alessandro's touch lingering on my skin, his arms wrapped protectively around me as if he never intended to let me go. When I finally opened my eyes, the room was quiet. Soft sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, painting golden patterns across the bed. The air carried the calmness of early morning, peaceful and still, as if the world itself had decided to rest after the storm of emotions from the night before.

The black SUV pulled up outside an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city at midnight. My heart was pounding as Damien Sinclair gripped my thigh possessively, his fingers digging into my skin. “Tonight you fight,” he said, voice low and dark. “And when you lose… because you will lose… the entire club gets to use you as the prize.”

she asked Pyre. “‘Temptation.’” Another Exodus End song. A great solo, heavy on technique, but not speed. “Nice choice.” “What are you going to do?” Pyre asked. “Sinners’ ‘Gates of Hell.’” “Are you foiking insane?” Pyre asked, his eyes wide in astonishment. “What do you mean? That solo is awesome!” she said, her heart thrumming with excitement. She hearted Sinners. Their lead guitarist, Brian Sinclair, was an absolute god.

Selina started, turning to the unknown young man who is now identified as her older brother. The young man sighed and nodded. “She’s a Phantom as well,” he said tiredly. “Withdraw Vigrid.” Vigrid which Yuri assumed is Selina’s weapon was withdrawn immediately, and Yuri did the same with her Odium, before both girls got to their feet, dusting their clothes off. The young man smiled at Yuri, and offered his hand which Yuri took, introducing himself. “This is the first time that we’ve met, I do believe,” he said with a charming smile. “I’m Sunny Chin. Phantom II. Nice to meet you.”

(eg when Veronica speaks, the format will be as this: Veronica ~ “Let me go, creep.” Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of Sins Of My Body. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* My name is Veronica James. I love a high, and I love going beyond my ultimate desires. Nothing will stop me from getting what I want, and that means using what I have…my body. Tonight I find myself in the same place that I find myself every night. It is a place between excitement and danger. It is a place where you live on the edge of pleasure, where pure adrenaline flows through your veins.

By the way his smile slightly falters, me doesn’t seem to like that very much. “I’m Cian. You’ve surely heard of me before. I’m famous in your little mortal world. For all the wrong reasons, though,” he says delightedly. I frown. As far as I know, I’ve never heard of him. I can keep the bite out of my words. “You can’t be too famous if I don’t know you.” “But you do. See, I’m a Sin, and I know you’ve heard of those,” he tells me. He clearly takes pride in bragging about his tier as an immortal.

"I'm not trying to keep you from going outside. I am keeping you from it." You and what army? Nearly slipped out of my mouth, but I didn't want a fight. Even if I did, I had a feeling she could take me down easily. "My name's not Barbie, it's Lydia. Lydia Martinez." "Don't want to know, don't care. Listen here doll, I'm not supposed to leave you here alone." "Says who?" "Says the alpha." "And who's this alpha guy? I don't see him anywhere." "It's alpha Damien. He warned me while you were tucked in bed. Said they should be back in a couple of hours."

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.