Sinn Novels & Stories

If I will, she has to be with me. The launching of the Writer’s Pad could have been another breakthrough for Kim Yuan’s Microelectronics. It is a software that converts a human’s handwriting into typed words. It has over a million fonts in about 300 colors. It also converts into 200 languages with 98% accuracy. Thus, it’s easier for writers who love to handwrite first before typing them. With features as advanced as this, Kim Yuan Microelectronics won’t easily give up on this creation without a hard fight.

“Sit down, Georgia.” I sat in the chair in front of his desk, hands clasped tightly in my lap so he wouldn’t see them shaking. He didn’t speak for a long moment. He just watched me. Those dark eyes studying every inch of my face like he was seeing me for the first time. “You’re SIN,” he finally said. The words landed heavy between us. I swallowed hard. “Sir… please. I can explain__” “You don’t need to explain,” he cut me off. “I saw enough. The body. The way you moved, The mask coming off your face, it was you.”

Cassian pulled her panties off and wiped his hand with it and then tossed it on the floor. Sin noted this with revulsion. Did he hate women? Or did he just love demeaning them? He took off his shirt, revealing heavy biceps and abs, Sinora swallowed. He was completely ripped. And on top of that, he had the face of god like man. It was hard to tear her gaze away from him. He caught her eyes, holding them in a heated confrontational stare for a moment, before turning away coldly.

Sienna's POV Craving my best friend’s father was a line my thoughts should never have crossed. And yet, the way his touch unraveled me made it impossible to think clearly. Every slow, knowing movement sent pleasure curling deep inside me, stealing my breath and leaving my body aching for more. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so undone, so exquisitely aware of every nerve. When his fingers withdrew from my entrance, it didn’t leave me empty for long. He traced lazy, teasing circles around my clit, lingering just enough to make the sensitivity almost unbearable before sliding back in.

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

I scream, “Four!” the enhancer making her tongue feel like a live wire, sparking through me. Another council member—a man, visor dark—joins, unzipping to reveal a cock rigged with neural nodes, buzzing like Kain’s. He climbs onto the table, straddling my chest, and slides between my breasts, slick with biotech oil Kain pours over me. The nodes buzz against my skin, sending shocks to my nipples, and I moan, the sound amplified through the network. The woman’s tongue flicks faster, her fingers plunging into my pussy alongside Kain’s cock, stretching me painfully.

“Blood for blood. Debts don’t die because a man prays for mercy. There is always a price.” I could feel Adora’s eye on me, but I didn't care. She was the price for her father's sin, and that was final. Damon looked up at me as if he’d expected something old to happen. But no. He got exactly what he deserved: a quiet, relentless, and inevitable punishment. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, searching for anything that would buy him a second he did not deserve. His eyes darted from me to his daughter, who stood right in front of him, now speechless.

“Wanna taste you first.” He moved down, spreading my legs wider. Then his mouth was on my pμ$sy, slow at first, then faster, his tongue was working me down there until I was shaking. “Fuck, you taste like sin,” he groaned, sucking my cl!t. “Kyle, I can’t–” I moaned, gripping the sheets. “It’s too much…” He just laughed, and the vibration made me jolt. “You’re gonna take it all, angel.”

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?