Sinder X Novels & Stories

He has a low, lethal voice. Dark energy swirls around the siren as she raises her hands. "You don’t understand what you’re..." I've never seen Xander move so quickly. He is on the ground one moment, and then he is holding the siren's throat and pulling her off the ground. "Whatever spell you put on me," he screams, "break it. Now." With her nails sinking into his wrist, the siren fights. "You think… you can control… me?" Xander tightens his hold. "Break. It."

His face turned toward my direction, while I grabbed his head and kissed him like our lives depended on it. Our lips intertwined, and he seemed to kiss me back for a second. I was standing right in front of him when his hands slicked through my trousers. I backed off, without being told what to do. "I'm Adams Willer. The name?" he asked me. But there was something about him. He looked oddly familiar, and the way he kissed me, it reminded me of someone who I basically didn't want to remember. An obsessed ex. "My name is Cirila," I said warmly, while I took his hand which went out for a shake.

Hello, If you're still reading Sin That Binds. It was decided that I'd make it a two-part series of short horror mm erotica. So here is BOOK TWO. I hope you enjoyed Book One, Matthew and Khatri's story, and their plot twist. Title: Sanctum

The two people persuaded Sian and finally brought the reluctant Sian back to the Malcolm Family. (I will begin calling Sisu as Sian in order not to cause confusion, since basically, the real Sian is dead now.) Since Sian still has recollection and had all of the real Sian’s memory, she could imitate her and there’s not much of a problem. Besides Sian could basically live all by herself and is a quiet child, at 17, Sian is a peerless beauty and Sian is pretty satisfied with how Sian lived her life normally. The only problem with Sian is her fear of strangers and that she strictly lives in a routine.

" Even though I didn't feel like it, I smiled and thanked them all before shuffling off so the show could continue. Those shorts were my last piece. I'd managed only to complete a mere half of what I'd planned on. Reason? Because I'd lost a part of me. The only man I'd ever loved had moved on and no longer wanted me. I bit my lip at the telltale burning behind my eyes and tried to focus on the models moving down the runway. Tesko's pieces were being modeled to fast-paced electronic music. He was a beautifully muscled African-American with locks, and he'd managed to clock in close to one million dollars. His pieces were phenomenal, non-seasonal. Not that I'd wear such mundane styling, but the

Or, they would, as soon as Sinders sent him the finalized contract. He stood in the back of the gallery, speaking to actress Chrissy Indiana, not hearing a damn word she was saying, despite the fact that if she moved much closer, she’d be behind him. She had a sparkle in her eye, the scent of wine on her breath, and intent in her touch. He hated to lead her on, but he wouldn’t be leaving there with her that night.