Sinful Lashes Novels & Stories

Hopefully he doesn't have a heart attack as soon as he walks in and sees both of us rummaging through his liquor cabinet. My entire focus is on Lana. I can't help it, my focus always gravitates to her. Despite her wearing the blank mask up. I can see right through her. I see the fatigue in her. The way she keeps rubbing her neck because her back is stiff and sore. The brief moments when her mask slips showing her pain when she thinks I'm not looking. The way she's avoiding looking at her body because she's disgusted by the sight of the blood that stains her clothes. Her nails are digging into her palms causing painful marks I'm sure, to keep her present. To help her feel something, the pain

His eyelashes weren't too long but they were long enough to seduce. The pitch black hair he sported was dark as night and coiffed to perfection complementing his dark scythe-shaped eyebrows. Beneath enthralling eyes sat angular, well-defined cheekbones sculpted downwards towards an oak jaw. He looked like Aphrodite had carved him for her personal carnal desires, bestowing on him the same beauty she possessed. His nose was straight. Not curved or broken. Just straight.

the makeup artist says. I do. It feels blurry at first, but when my vision clears, I am mesmerized. My eyes look fierce—just sharp enough to kill a man, as Cort put it. The winged black liner flicks upward like a cat’s tail, making them appear bigger and more intense. My skin glows with a dewy, almost wet highlight across my cheekbones. My lips are soft and full in a muted nude pink, just enough to look kissable and steal focus. My whole face feels dangerous.

Jade Mercer was gripping a boardroom table with her knuckles white and her navy dress pooled somewhere behind her and every careful professional wall she had built over nine years coming completely, magnificently down. He was unhurried and relentless and he seemed to understand her body faster than men she had known for years, finding what undid her and returning to it with a precision that made her vision blur at the edges. She heard herself, the sounds she was making, and distantly recognised that she had no interest in being quiet. When it broke over her it was like being unmade and remade in the same breath, her whole body seizing with it, his name again in her mouth, his hand pressing f

I yelled with a loud voice as my needs were now getting more desperate and I found it just so hard to control my lust. “Ohhh my god… please,” I moaned desperately, my voice breaking with frustration and lust. Besides, I have always been the type of person who takes charge and gives commands and that even includes at the place I work at as a stripper…so the fact that Blake had been bluntly ignoring my request was getting me all frustrated and worked up. My frustration only made me wetter, my pussy gripping his fingers even tighter. Blake scoffed, pouring another mouthful of saliva into my pussy as he leaned in and licked the saliva which had swiftly mixed with my wet juices.

Someone I doubted to be me. My skin glowed under the dim vanity lights, smooth and luminous, a testament to the hands of the artist Sage had personally hired. My cheekbones were subtly defined, kissed with the perfect amount of blush that made me look effortlessly radiant. My eyes—my usual wide, expressive eyes—were now a masterpiece of soft, smoky eyeshadow, making them appear bigger, deeper, like they held secrets no one could unravel. My lashes curled up like wisps of black silk, framing my gaze in a way that made me feel dangerously alluring. My lips, a soft shade of glossy red, looked plump and kissable, the kind that made you bite down on them just to see if they felt as good as they l

"I'm not lying. Look at the honesty in my eyes!" Sebastian also followed the advice. He studied Elise Son's eyes carefully, and at the same time watched Elise's face carefully. Starting from the slanted eyes that resemble a crescent moon. Thin eyebrows made thicker with an eyebrow pencil. Lips full of lipstick that's hard to remove, skin without pores covered in putty. It is certain that Nora will be very afraid to see a girl who uses thick and excessive make-up. Look at her very unnatural eyelashes. Dramatic eyeshadows. Also cheeks that look like they've just been punched by Mike Tyson.

My eyes went to his face as he thrust in and out of me and I can't help but wonder how someone with such an angelic face would be so savage. Lucas asked for my submission and I shall not give it to him so easily, my deviance is the only thing I've got and I'm gonna make use of it till he breaks me, I ached my hips up, inviting him to ravage me. The desire I feel is sinful but I'm gonna enjoy it while it lasts. Taking one of my hands off the headboard, I dive it in between us to feel us. I am spread impossibly wide to fit him but I'm taking him, I rubbed my sensitive clit before wrapping my fingers around his cock to feel him as he thrust in and out of me. Pleasurable sounds escaped us as our

The boots were made of a shiny material that caught the light, making her legs seem to go on forever. Mia's exotic makeup was bold and eye-catching, with a focus on accentuating her striking features. Her eyes were lined with a thick layer of black eyeliner, making her bright brown eyes pop against the dark backdrop of her eyelids. Her eyelashes were long and luscious, coated with a thick layer of mascara that made them seem to flutter like butterfly wings. Her lips were painted a deep shade of red, a color that seemed to glow under the bright lights. Mia's black hair cascaded down her back in luscious, curly waves. The curls were tight and bouncy, framing her face and accentuating her strik

In the darkness, she promised herself that she was going to make him regret ever taking her. Serena had spent hours in the dark, her wrists were aching and her mind was racing. She replayed everything she knew about Lucian Moretti. She had heard he was Ruthless and Calculating but most of all, Dangerous. He wasn’t just another enemy in her father’s long list of rivals, he was the kind of man who didn’t play fair.