Sinister Night Novelas e Histórias

I’m probably just imagining it, like someone who believes they’ve taken drugs and therefore acts intoxicated, but I could swear the very air feels different tonight. I feel different tonight. I close my eyes and raise my face towards the heavens, letting the strange sensations grow. Is it crazy to think I can actually feel the moon on my skin, or that the electricity pulsing through my veins is not merely my own excitement, but something more? I can feel Sinclair’s eyes on me, and I glance back at him as one of the attendants hands me a blazing lantern. Sinclair looks as though he’s barely holding it together. He’s wearing a fur cape like my own, but underneath he’s completely shirtless, spo

"You were so wild last time, getting all hot and heavy on video with Mr. Chambers while that young guy had his way with you. Are you sure you want to refuse my offer? Because I'll have no choice but to send it to Mr. Chambers. I know you listed him as your emergency contact when you applied for the job." I felt my blood run cold, and I stared at his smug face, wishing I could tear it off. Yet, I could not. My mind was a chaotic mess, and I had no idea what to do. It was then that Louis grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his chest. Then, his hand went under my skirt, fumbling to pull my panties down. "Help! Somebody, help!" I screamed in terror. He held me down forcefully, pinning both my hand

The stamina, the strength in his hands, the way he looked at me like he already owned the next round—none of it matched the polite, silver-at-the-temples father-in-law who sat across from me at family dinners. He must have been a trouble from the start. “Should I take you back to your room, little slut?” He asked me, his voice low, rough from the hours we’d spent using each other. I smirked at him, even though my legs were trembling “No need, Father-in-law. Remember, this ends here.” He nodded. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It's almost five in the morning. Nicholas would be home soon. I need to get to my room, wash the smell of sex off my skin, and be in bed looking like I slept

This belonged only to a shifter being. Part of her had hoped Sinsa wouldn't find anything, but now that they had, she needed to know the truth. As the world of disbelief slipped through Sinsa's lips, she muttered, "'I—I think the Nightclaw pack may have something to do with this".' Sinsa walked towards the book she held, her words trailing behind her. “I found an old file, a scroll that I wasn’t allowed to access, containing hidden secrets of the Nightclaw catacombs. This book contains all the records they have of shifters leaving and visiting the new world,” she whispers as she sits by Myra.

She bandaged her arm and joined her best friend Sia and her father Henry, ready to avenge her mother and protect her family. Henry looked at his daughter, seeing the determination in her eyes. "We need reinforcements," he said. "The humans are too many and too well-armed." "I know a nearby pack," Sia said. "They owe us a favor. I’ll speak to them." Henry nodded. "Good. Selene, stay close. We can’t afford to lose anyone else." --- Sia and Henry approached the nearby pack's territory cautiously. The alpha, a massive werewolf named Marcus, greeted them with a guarded expression.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

They were noting down something and then they moved backwards into the decontamination zone. I walked down the stairs slowly with my mentor and I held in a breath as through the glass and staff taking off their hazmat suits, I could see the contamination zone. I could see that there was row after row of cages of roaring alphas chained. I flinched with the betas with the sound increasing while Dr. Dawson stood his ground and smirked. "Those are people in cages?" I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Afterwards I decide to go back upstairs and rest for the remainder of the evening. Night falls, and with it a thunderstorm stirs up. Lightening cracks and for some reason outside of my bedroom, I swear I see sinister red eyes peering in at me. Feel like it must be the exhaustion of the day. I close the blinds, turn on N*****x. I feel dread again as a precaution. I make sure the house is locked up with the deadbolts he installed. I also lock my room to make sure I am extra safe. I snuggle up with a blanket and put on the TV. I change my mind about N*****x and put on “Discovery of Witches” on A****n Prime. Wishing I could find a man like Matthew.

The clock struck midnight in the shadowed cathedral, its bells tolling low and ominous through the fog-shrouded night. Flickering candlelight danced across the stone altar, casting elongated shadows that hid the dozen silent figures lurking in the pews—wealthy parishioners, veiled in black cloaks, their breaths held in anticipation. This was no ordinary Mass; it was the secret Midnight Rite, reserved for the faithful who craved the forbidden fusion of sacrament and sin. Father Dominic stood at the pulpit, his chiseled frame draped in crimson vestments, eyes locked on his favorite sinner: Isabella.

I hugged her with tears falling from my eyes, why would I forget that my friend is someone that’s very observant. “So let’s not change the topic, what do you mean a night of sin if it’s not murder?” “You know I told you about the open marriage he suggested?” “Yes I do and I’m still upset that you got such a pass and you didn’t take it at all.” She frowned. “What if I told you I did it and it felt sinfully good.” “GIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLL” She screamed at the top of her voice..super excitement all over her. “Finally!! Now I understand why you were so happy the other time, you know what? I need the full gist, is he sexy? How many inches is the cookie? Does he last long? Did you squirt all over him..”