Skink No Surrender Book Novels & Stories

He read the line again quietly to himself. 'Yes,' he said. 'That is right.' — ✦ — She wrote her own vows at night, the same way she had written the research chapter — from the honest place, without trying to sound like anything other than herself. She wrote about surviving a fire and finding a cave and waking up with a one-eyed fox sitting on her chest judging her. She wrote about sword forms corrected with careful hands. She wrote about what it had felt like the first time someone listened to her with complete attention — how it had felt like drinking water after a long thirst, and how two years later it still felt exactly like that.

Fear and something much hotter twisted together in her gut. She was fast, but he was faster. He let her get a good lead, toying with her, before a huge shape burst from the trees to her left. Kira dodged, stumbled, and went down hard on a bed of moss. Before she could scramble up, he was on her. Ronan pinned her wrists above her head with one clawed hand. His body caged hers—hot, heavy, furred chest brushing her back as he leaned in and dragged his nose along her neck.

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The unicorn had buried its horn into a tree and was backing its ass onto the cock of the howling wolf behind it. "Werewolf porn, this shit is funny." Lowering the book, he saw that Tink's eyes had gone from innocent to predatory. Her tail twitched back and forth, and one of her hands had slid beneath her skirt, her fingers doing lazy circles beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He dropped the book, the pages flipping open to an image of a peasant with her arms tied behind her back getting spit-roasted by a pair of werewolves.

I watch her, completely entranced, as she inches higher. When her fingers reach the hem of my leather skirt, she pauses. “No panties?” she says with a wicked smirk. “What a filthy little student you are.” I can barely breathe. Her voice is a seduction all its own. She pushes the skirt up and her eyes land on the thin fishnets stretched over my soaked core. Her fingers brush over them, tracing the shape of me, her touch light and devastating. “Dripping already?” she teases. “You like being used, don’t you?”

_________ Later that afternoon, I was bent over the back of the couch, the thin fabric of my skirt riding up her thighs while I read a book. Our parents had left for somewhere I didn't know and it was just Randy and I. Maybe my posture was an open invitation. “What are you reading sis?”. He asked even though I had heard his footsteps and perceived his cologne before he spoke. “None of your business”. He was silent for a while and I thought he must've gone when I felt his hand slide up my spine, over my shoulder blades and then he gripped the back of my neck. He flipped my skirt up in one smooth motion and I gasped as the cool air hit my exposed ass. The book dropped on the couch.

Translation: smile like your world isn't crumbling. "Chin up, Seraphina. You're a woman who conquered scandal. Show me that strength." I tilt my chin. Conquered scandal. Sure. If, by conquered, she means discovering the real scandal , my body was being violated at seventeen by doctors who valued liability over my future. "Perfect! Now give me fierce. Like you're reclaiming your narrative." I'm reclaiming nothing. My narrative was written without my consent in an operating room nine years ago. "Seraphina, you're too stiff. Think about something that makes you feel powerful."

Same wary eyes that scan every room for exits. But she’s different. Sareena moves like she’s holding her breath. Like the ground might vanish beneath her feet. She’s scared but not broken. No, there’s fight in her, but its been dimmed; tamed. Like she’s a goldfish tossed into a shark tank… but too fucking stubborn to die. Goldfish adapt. So will she.

The girl I put through ten years of school stood up at her own graduation and thanked me in front of everyone. A second later, three translucent lines appeared in front of my eyes. [She will steal the Prescott family's trade secrets, start her own company, and turn on you.] [She will publish an essay and put the internet on your family. Your wife will die of a heart attack.] [Prescott Logistics will fold. The estate will go to auction. You will die in front of the men you owe.] I stared at her. "Vanessa. Have you spent all these years filing away everything we did for you as a reason to hate us?" She blinked at me, wide-eyed and innocent. That was when I understood. The snake was al

Hopefully, I find a clue or two to tell Alpha Luggard about when next he orders me to dream walk and meet him at his pack. I position the ladder to climb and find a book since I don’t find anything interesting yet and I climb up. Soon my eye catches a book because the title sounds absurd a little and I pluck it out of the shelf before coming down the ladder. I turn the book in my hand and my eyes catch the author’s name ‘Sidney Sheldon’. The book title reads ‘The Sky Is Falling’ and I chuckle before I go off to find a place seat and read through it for while before I’ll begin to quietly search while Alpha Hugh is busy with his work and online meetings.