Sin Series Book Novels & Stories

She looks from me to Mason, waiting for her groundbreaking question. Beneath the thick duvet, I feel rough fingers drop on my thigh, and slide down, secretly parting my legs. “Mason.” I mumble, melting from his touch. “Shhh,” he puts his free hand to his lips and I’m forced to stay shut. My obedience earns a smile. “Huh?” Savy groans, sounding too drunk to be sane. Without warning, his fingers slip up my wet thighs, and find the edge of my bikini!

He approaches, gloved hands trailing over my stomach, smearing oil that smells of rosemary and sin. “You’ll feed us all tonight,” he says, dipping his fingers into my pussy, slow and deliberate, coating them in my slickness. I moan, hips bucking against the cords, and the coven leans closer, their breaths hot. Elias lifts his fingers, glistening, and smears my arousal across my lips. “Taste yourself, Seraphina.”

Mrs Selina on her knees in my kitchen, looking up at me with those eyes while she swallowed my cum. I know it’s going to blow up someday. I know I should stop. But every time I try to pull back, Lina sends me something, a voice note moaning my name, a photo of her tits in the mirror with “Wish you were here” written in lipstick and shit, I’m right back in her bed. Some sins are just too good to quit. And honestly? I’m not even pretending to be sick anymore.

My legs were together but for no reason I found myself running them together stylishly so no one would figure out how horny I am. I can’t believe I'm actually doing this right now. Being horny in the middle of my interview. “So, Ms Norah, your CV shows you have no experience in this.. “Everyone.” His voice commanded. There was a huge silence after he spoke. His eyes were heavily fixated on me. I could sense it, the others could sense it. It felt like destiny brought us together to do just one thing and one thing alone. FUCK. “Please excuse me and the interviewee. I’ll handle her myself. He said with a readable smirk.

STRINGS SERIES BOOK 1 STRINGS OF HEART Synopsis: Sian was born an autistic child. In her world, she would only see what she wanted. Although she was an autistic patient, she was born in an affectionate family. Her parents did not abandon her because of her congenital defect. Instead, they spent innumerable time and energy to patiently guide her, and strove to allow her to live life like a normal person. Sian was 5 years old, she was found to have an excellent talent in playing the Violin and had a rare interest in it.

He could feel her trembling against his back. “Don’t go,” Sarang whispered weakly, her arms tightening around Zayren’s waist as if she feared that the moment she loosened her grip, he would disappear again. Zayren could feel the desperation in her hold, the way her fingers clung to him like someone drowning. He gently placed his hands over hers, resting against his stomach, and spoke in a calmer voice.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

Dear Readers, Alpha Sin has come to an end and it wouldn't have happened if it weren't for you all motivations that kept me going. The Journey of Artemisia and Sinclair is done and I decided to serialize it. I left hints about possible romance in the chapter ending between supporting characters and I hope you all would read the next story in the series. Please, don't forget to leave gems and reviews. I see all your reviews and I use them. ***Please, Sandra, do not get mad at me for not using the truth spell. I'm sorry and I didn't mean to punish her, lol.

He was here with purpose. His physique was commanding, and as he moved toward the bar, his gait was measured, purposeful. Each step he took seemed to assert his presence in the room, drawing eyes to him. There was a certain grace to his movements, as though he was used to being the center of attention without needing to demand it. The sleek suit he wore only amplified the effect, emphasizing his tall, lean frame, and the muscles beneath that suited his broad shoulders and tapered waist. His presence wasn’t just seen, it was felt.

A Week Later, Boardroom Xander and I hadn’t said much to each other lately. He knew I was working nonstop, so he gave me space. Part of me appreciated it, part of me wanted him to disturb me. “Before we begin the earnings call,” Mr. Norris said, “I believe Mrs. Kendricks requested time to speak?” I stood and handed each member a folder. “Inside, you’ll find analytics from our recent outreach campaign and the early performance report from the GenVest pilot program.”