Sin City Graphic Novels & Stories

Joelle’s pulse hammered in her throat. She knew she was playing with fire. This man could ruin her career with one phone call. But the way he was staring at her mouth again, the way his cock jerked once as if reaching for her, made her thighs press together against the sudden ache. She licked her lips once more—slowly this time—and watched his eyes darken to charcoal. “Mr. Sinclair…” she whispered. “Ethan,” he corrected, voice dropping an octave. He took another step, close enough now that the wet tip of his cock nearly brushed the front of her uniform. “I think we’re past formalities, don’t you?”

“Hmm… this is the first time I’m hearing that from you. That’s odd. But why? He’s like 20 years older than you. Moreover, he is only innocent when he is at work.” Zara smiled, cheeks warm. “Don’t worry about that. I too want to experience some sinful act too. I'm now an adult. No more 24/7 indoors as usual.” Riley grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Okay, bad girl. If you really want his attention, here’s what you do. Unbutton the top two buttons of your shirt before closing time. Bend over slowly when you submit any paper. Make sure he sees a little skin. And smile at him like you know his secret. Trust me, men like him notice.”

A knock at the door pulled me out of work. I had actually got sucked into this case some , well not the case. The only good thing about doing this for the FBI was their access to the sinners files. They have more on their database than the cops had. I now had access to secret files they gatekeep. I was looking at the links they had made to potential enemies , business associates. I was studying who they believe they have had dealings with , I was also looking at surveillance that had been done on the club and on him. On all members there was a file , but they had stated the main four were Carnage , The beast , Joker and Saint. They were in most of the photos together. In most he looked right

Moonbound Deception Chapter 4: Eternal Claim The distant howls sliced through the night like jagged knives, growing louder and more menacing with every passing minute. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass of the window in the alpha quarters, my breath fogging the surface as my heart thundered in my chest. The long shirt I wore—one of Thorne’s, carrying his rich pine and musk scent—clung to my still-flushed skin, the fabric teasing my sensitive nipples and the slick heat between my thighs. The omega heat refused to fade completely, even amid the danger, turning every heartbeat into a pulse of need that made my core ache with emptiness.

Just as I was scribbling down a half-formed idea for an essay, my phone buzzed with a new message. Ethan: Hey, hope you're doing okay. I noticed you seemed a bit lost in thought today. Want to grab a coffee after class? My heart gave a small jolt. I stared at the message, not sure whether to respond immediately or let it sit until I could think clearly. The gentle simplicity of his invitation no grand declarations, just a quiet offer of companionship made me smile despite myself. Before I could type a reply, my friends Favour and Gift appeared in the library aisle. They spotted my phone and exchanged mischievous glances.

Sofia The sun was bleeding into the ocean, a massive hemorrhage of crimson and violet that signaled the end of the world or at least, the end of our world. It was our last night. Tomorrow morning, the jet would be waiting we would be carried back to the suffocating reality of the city. I lay on the massive bed, naked, my body tangled with Luca's. I traced the line of the black ink on Luca's bicep, a complex, geometric design that disappeared into his armpit. My finger followed the raised skin, memorizing the texture.

Driven by desire, I lifted my other hand and placed it on my breasts. Trevor's face was already flushed with excitement. "Yes, honey, just like that..." We moved our hips in unison, each lost in the rhythm on our respective sides of the screen. Samson, as if competing with the man on the phone, moved faster and harder with each thrust. Then, the screen glitched, and Trevor's panting voice filled the room. "You were amazing today, honey. Come home soon, and I'll reward you with your toy. I'm tired, and I need to rest for a bit."

he murmured quietly. “So don’t look away from me, Sarang.” Hearing his words, she slowly looked up at him again. Her heart was beating fast, but this time she didn’t try to hide it. “How can you still love me?” Sarang asked softly. Instead of answering immediately, Zayren slowly lifted himself up and began unbuttoning his shirt. Sarang watched him in silence as he removed it and tossed it aside. Her gaze instinctively dropped to his chest, where she could clearly see her name tattooed across his skin. But this time something else caught her attention... a faint, old mark just beside it.

But I wouldn't trade the look for anything and am really glad Michael made me do it. We waited for a while on Wendy as Lucas decided on a tat for her. It wasn't until we got home that I was able to see what he had selected. Lucas settled on a tribal tat on her lower back just below her waist line but above her a*s. On her right breast was two bold black Asian looking letters. Lucas informed Richard and I the markings are the Chinese symbols for "Slave". They also pierced her navel which was something Wendy had always expressed an interest in doing after seeing models with belly rings in her magazines. It was the third tattoo that really floored me. Just above her shaved p*ssy lips to the rig

A fire was crackling in the massive modern fireplace in the living room, throwing sharp, flickering orange shadows across the walls. ​Alexander was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the storm. He had poured himself another glass of whiskey. He was still shirtless, the firelight catching the heavy muscles of his back and the dark ink of a tattoo peeking out from the waistband of his trousers. ​He heard my bare feet on the hardwood. He turned around. ​He froze.