Sinn の小説・ストーリー

If Mr Mitchell can't take it, then he should just f*** off . I fold my arms while gazing at the tall buildings passing us by as Mr Mitchell speeds through the express towards the direction of our school where we are supposed to be heading. The extreme silence in the car is nerve wracking as I find myself getting bored to death with lack of business. I am the kind that can't do without keeping my hands busy. I have to do something to while away time. The silence can't just keep going on. I might probably just go insane.

ARTEMISIA I groaned as my back came into contact with Sin. I didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose- stopping and making me hit him, but it was getting annoying. “Perhaps, you should walk in front of me.” He suggested, and I glared. “Does that matter? I was at the front when you overtook me and you were doing the same thing over again.” Sin sighed and shook out his hair. My eyes lingered on him as the sun shone on his dark brown hair.

"Will you be fine?" I shake my head. "That's how many times you're asking that question? I'll be fine, Sinclair. It's just a needle, nothing more and you've done this before so why are you so worried?" "I know, " he sighs, bringing our entangled hands to his lips. "Just want to make sure you're comfortable doing this. " "I am. " I assure him with a big smile before turning back to the man. "A heartbeat, please. Around the wrist with SIN below it. "

It’s written all over him, from his perfect features, to the smirk that plays along his lips. "The name is Sinful," he murmurs. "Nice to meet you."

They’ve served me the best revenge, but at what cost? “Let’s go, princess.” Zane murmurs against my skin and sweeps me off my feet before I can protest. Oh, god… I guess I’m about to find out the price of aging with the devil. “Watch me ruin you!” Sofia barks, now standing in front of me to get every damn thing recorded. Without warning, Zane walks past her with my legs in her face. She’s not quick to dodge, I kick her hands, knocking her new phone on the hard floor. She screams as it crashes, the sound of glass breaking delights me.

“Thank you. I’ll make sure he gets it back.” The moment her fingers brushed mine as she handed it over, despite being re-washed countless times as I had demanded, his scent still hit me—rich amber, leather, and something darker, masculine, unmistakably him. Heat flooded between my thighs instantly. My pussy clenched hard, a sudden rush of wetness soaking my panties. I pressed my legs together under the sheets, nodding quickly until the maid left and closed the door behind her.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

"We can't do this. Whatever happened last time was a mistake, and it's not happening again." "We both know it's not a mistake. You want me as much as I want you. Why do you keep denying yourself what you want?" He closed his eyes as if fighting an internal battle, and when he opened them, they were cold and the protector font was back on. "I am a golden guardian, and we don't give into our desires. It's an internal sin."

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

Me and the vamp had only met once, well before this situation, and that was the day the war really began. See, my father and every other elder in my pack believe that the war started whenever vamps and werewolves were made; that we were just naturally opposed being that we are opposites. The vamps are slaves to the sun and us wolves are slaves to the moon. Anyways younger and more intelligent souls, like me, believe that we lived in a sort of mutual hatred before the situation of the vampire queen.