Sinclair Lewis Novels Novels & Stories

“You asked me to.” He stepped aside, letting her pass. The air inside the cabin smelled of cedar and ash, something wild and old. The walls were lined with books—some new, others ancient, with leather covers and golden etchings. Maps were pinned across the far wall, all hand-drawn. Aiden closed the door behind her and locked it. Evelynn turned slowly in place, taking it all in. “This is where you live?” “Sometimes. It’s where I learned to live.”

But those sounds… those weren’t mechanical. "Anyone home" I called out but no answer. I pushed the side door open quietly, duffel bag still slung over my shoulder, and froze. I couldn't believe my eyes. The bag dropped from my hand Bent over the hood of Morgan's favourite car—his mustang, was Levi—my own Levi. His pants were pushed down, ass up, getting absolutely railed and filled by my stepfather. Morgan’s thick cock was slamming into him, stretching Levi’s hole wide with every powerful thrust, while Levi’s face was pressed against the shiny hood, mouth open in a broken moan, eyes half-lidded in pure bliss. Morgan had one hand clamped on Levi's shoulder and the other gripping his hip hard

I hated that after three years of marriage, I still could not tell what he was thinking. “How?” I finally asked. He sighed. “Six years ago, I was engaged to Sophie.” My heart sank. “I know.” Everyone in the business world knew about Damian Sinclair’s broken engagement. The woman had disappeared only weeks before their wedding. People called her a gold digger. Some claimed she had run away with another man. Others believed she had died. No one ever knew the truth. “I did not know she was pregnant when she left.” His voice was calm, but I noticed the tension in his shoulders. “She came back a few weeks ago.”

here he turned to Basira: “We can take to Sir Rushet the letters which her grace, our benefactress, has mentioned.” “Thank you,” answered Basira; “there are occasions here continually, for men are sent expressly.” “All the commands must maintain communication,” said Sir Geswer. “But are you going to Rashroff, indeed, with this young beauty?” “Oh, this is an ordinary puss, not a beauty, gracious benefactor,” said Novoveski; “and I am going to Rashroff, for my son, the rascal, is serving there under the banner of Sir Rushet. It is nearly ten years since he ran away from home, and knocks at my fatherly clemency only with letters.”

Another grab for the book and some food, then I crossed my legs and opened my reading books while I ate my sandwich heartily. "Are you reading that ham again?" I felt Wynn's gaze more than I saw him. "It can't be that interesting." But she could only say that because she didn't read anything but mindless teen magazines. "I am learning. Give it a try, it's good for your future. "

BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.

Of course, it will not end the eternal war between Light and Darkness, this conflict will last as long as the world exists, but it would give a significant advantage for one of the parties. The Monroe clan was an old and powerful family in the magic world, owing to its "purity of blood," which meant that for generations no member of the clan had broken from the regular pattern and never associated with other being than a wizard or sorceress. Namida was her sister, two hundred years older, and Meredith loved her very much, they practically never parted. But when Nathaniel, their uncle Lucius's son, showed up, everything changed. Namida loved him so much that she was able to go against her own

Maybe I could learn to love this new Scion? “Okay, so Charles and Theia Stonefeather were only blessed with one child. A daughter named Olivia,” he explained. Nice name. “She has been reluctant to find an Alpha. Her parents don’t understand why she is stalling, but every time they bring up the subject, she throws a hissy fit.” Oh great, a drama queen, I thought with an eye roll. The last thing I needed right now was another high maintenance woman in my life. But I couldn’t go back to Aubrey, I just couldn’t.

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.