Sinful Lashes Novels & Stories

His eyes travelled down to her slightly parted lips. "This beautiful mouth of yours will gladly scream and moan my name in pain and pleasure, " Tears aggressively fell from her eyes because his each and every word was stripping her soul in mortification. His sinful gaze again went upward to meet her watery eyes. "These ethereal eyes will forget looking at me with anger or hatred, instead they will beg me to hurt and ruin you and your sweet innocent body more badly, Seraphina, " The evilness in his grey eyes worsened as he continued to cross the barriers of shame with her, through his words.

Caitlyn Christian's face was filled with panic. The woman called Claire lifted the red glasses on her face and showed an evil smile, "I don't want anything on you anymore, but... That girl seems to have what I want on her body. Besides... there are two lives here. I have to take one more thing from you. But that can wait until they're healed." "Then what do you want?" Caitlyn Christian asked. Claire turned to look at me, the red glasses on her face eerily making me feel I was facing a dangerous creature.

Then I traced the pencil along my bottom lashes and blended again. W3ll People Expressionist Liquid Eyeliner is the inkiest, sexiest black, and it doesn’t move once it sets. That's why I used it, because I would definitely be doing a lot of dancing and sweating so I didn't want something that would go down with my sweat.

Or maybe her lips were just more sensitive now. She didn’t close her eyes. She could see that his eyelashes were only two centimeters away from hers. Each eyelash was clearly visible—black, slightly curved, with tips that glowed faintly in the warm light. The patterns on his irises became even more distinct at this distance: dark gray lines stretching across the blue background, like ice fragments floating on water stirred by the wind.

Chapter 45 Evelyn's Pov I felt my tongue scar with bitterness and my throat pulling hard to my stomach as I tried the dress Elena specially brought out for me. It was a Liliac corset gown with silver straps that glimmered under the rays of the lights and a sweetheart V line neck tag to exposed my cleavage slightly. She grinned at me and did a light make up, adding some contour and blush, applying some mascara and lipstick that one would think it's my occasion when it's hers.

Another pair of eyes. Aurora. The thought of her hit hard, like a punch I wasn’t ready for. Her eyes when she looked at me yesterday, the way her breath caught, the way she tried to hide it. It should have pissed me off. Instead, it did something worse. It stayed. A hand slipped into mine. I looked down. Valentina. Of course. “Dance with me,” she demanded, voice sharp but sultry. I let her pull me close. Her body molded against mine, her nails grazing the back of my neck. She leaned up, lips brushing my ear. “You look bored. Want me to fix it?”

he questions, brilliant white teeth flashing as he smiles at us both, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, his rolled up button up shirt showing off his strong build. “You know how I feel about you, Sinful,” Thought mutters tirelessly, looking over Sinful’s shoulder and into his home. “We are here for Millicent.” Sinful drags his gaze to me, smiling softly. He has such a charming, attractive look to him, which has nothing to do with his powers. He is the Sin, Lust, giving him the ability to seduce anyone with just a thought alone. I’m not sure if I could have handled being mated to him, so I’m not sure how Millicent does it.

Violet and Oakley need to be here. “UGH. I know but it doesn’t mean I am happy about it.” I say, looking into his deep brown eyes. It's unfair of the goddess to bless a male with such perfect eyelashes. They are jet black and frame his deep eyes perfectly, splaying out over his undereye when he closes them. Any she-wolf would kill for those lashes. He chuckles deeply, sending tingles straight to my already heated core.

The sleeveless black turtleneck showcased her slender arms, and every movement she made seemed to be choreographed, a mesmerising dance of grace and allure. Her makeup was a work of art — the bold red lipstick added a touch of sultriness, the eyeliner framed her eyes with precision, and the mascara enhanced the depth of her gaze. A light pink blush painted her cheeks, bringing out a subtle warmth. The black goggles perched on her face added an element of mystery, accentuating her allure with an enigmatic charm.