Sixth Collection Novels & Stories

"Let's keep watching something." When the last door clicked shut upstairs, the room felt suddenly quiet and private,Damon picked up the remote. "This movie is too boring now." He changed it quickly to something else, "365 Days." Lily had heard about it, it was a hot, naughty movie full of sexy scenes between a man and woman who couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Willow turned silent for a moment and asked in a much graver tone Clara hadn’t heard before, “Where did you get this symbol of the sixth element?” “Sixth element? But there are only five.” Clara’s voice went a little bit higher and Willow shushed her angrily for being so loud. Willow traced her fluffy fingerless hand around the border of the emblem, which was deep red in color. “This is the sixth,” Willow said in a dangerous tone. “But wait, how?” “There are only five that are allowed to practice and study.” “Well, what is it? The sixth one?” Clara asked in urgency, bouncing from foot to foot.

“But…but don’t you need a sixth girl?” Taylor stops and tilts his head in speculation. “You’ve been doing some research, huh? Well, as a matter of fact, we do need a sixth girl.” He leans an arm over my head and tweaks my nose playfully. “Aww, don’t worry, beauty queen. Let me let you in on a little secret. We found the sixth girl. However, she is not going to be sacrificed yet. If you would have done your homework, you’d know that the sixth girl is a power siphon.” I pull back in surprise. “What do you mean?”

Maybe her cold will vanish, maybe it will relieve her stress from the week, or maybe this will be her best fuck ever, and there will be no coming back from it. She had everything replayed nicely as she had conjured it in her mind. Her moans, screams, the movement of the cable car with every glide in from the back… she snapped back. His eyes are squinted slightly, his jaw clenched, brows slightly furrowed, and he looks like a predator ready to devour his prey, but Aria is not sure what hunger lingers in his eyes and what kind of dark desires are behind them.

The sixth night arrived like a storm that had been building for days. The house was silent except for the low hum of the ceiling fan and the heavy breathing of three people who had reached the limit of their restraint. Messi had prepared the master bedroom carefully — fresh sheets, dim warm lighting, a bottle of oil, and soft ropes ready if needed. Tonight, there would be no more watching. No more denial.

"Most of these pieces were salvaged before the burning of the old estate in Edinburgh. My journals from the seventeenth century detail the migration of the court to these highlands. You will find the correspondence with the clan leaders in the third alcove of the library." Seventeenth century. Edinburgh migration. Third alcove. She repeated the words like a mantra in her head, desperately trying to construct a mental map of the data. She reached into her pocket, her fingers fumbling for her small leather notebook and a charcoal pencil. She needed a barrier between them. She needed the comfort of her tools. But as she pulled the notebook out, her hands, slick with a nervous sweat she couldn't

Chapter 246: I'm Getting Too Old for This Shit VOLUME 4: WARRIOR MINE "Fuck you, man! I'm not coming down. And you can't make me." Scott Nielsen closed his eyes and slowly drew a deep, cleansing breath. I'm getting too old for this shit. Mentally adjusting his professional 'I have this under control' game face as six other campers looked on curiously, he tilted his head to look up into the thirty-foot pine.

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 6 The rest of the day passed in a haze of stolen touches and heated glances. After the emotional intensity in the shower, Dean and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We fucked again on the couch, slow and deep while some forgotten movie played in the background. Then once more in the laundry room when I went to throw our cum-stained sheets in the washer. Each time he filled me, whispering filthy praises and soft reassurances that made my heart ache just as much as my body throbbed.

Calm but deadly. “Oh yes she does,” willer cut in. His voice sharp. “Mr Herbert we received more than photos this morning. We received a copy of your marriage contract. Clause seven, a transaction for the Laurent Merger, and the 10.2 billion dollars you married her to secure the vote”. The room went still. Elena's blood ran cold. Vanessa smiled. Willer pressed on… “it's true, isn't it?” Willer asked looking at Elena directly. How much did he pay you?, fifty thousand? A hundred? Is that what your dad would have wanted?, Just let it out”.

The sunlight had shifted by the time Elena finally sat up in his bed. Morning had bled into noon, harsh and golden through the floor to ceiling windows of Dominic Hale’s penthouse. The sheets still smelled of him—spice, smoke, something sharp and expensive that clung to her skin like possession.