Smoke And Sin Book Novels & Stories

It was sexy enough to drop me to my knees right there on the cold floor. “I don’t understand,” I whispered, forcing a shaky smile that felt paper-thin. He stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body in the chill of the basement. “Okay.” One single nod. His eyes never left mine. “Then tell me why you’ve been staring at Daddy like you want him to fuck you.” My stomach twisted hard at the word ‘Daddy’. It hit exactly like those filthy books I read in secret—the ones where a girl gets ruined by an older man and moans the word like a prayer while he fucks her senseless. Sweet and sick but perfect.

"You'll hear all three before you respond." He folded his hands on the table. "Go ahead." "First." I met his eyes directly. "What happened in that building was not an accident caused by bad luck; it was caused by a choice; you had information that could have prevented the fire and you chose money over that information, and four people died because of that choice, including two people I needed." I paused. "I want you to know that I understand exactly what that means — not what it felt like for you after, but what it meant for the people who were in that building."

I need more of it. I grin. This is exactly what I needed to take the edge off and forget about my little bird. Until she pushes herself to the forefront of my mind, of course. *** Smoke plumes around my head as I shove my left hand into the pocket of my jeans. My right hand flicks away the ash at the end of the cigarette, falling to the filthy sidewalk. Sighing, I glance up at the apartment buildings as I pass by. It’s nearly 1:00 in the morning, but there are plenty of lights on, illuminating the room behind the sheer curtains. Harlem isn’t the safest area of the city, so who knows what is happening behind closed doors in these buildings.

Turning on the burner and watching the flames lick at the copper kettle. Turning away from the stove, I headed to the garage. Slipping inside and grabbing their bags from the backseat of the SUV. The garage door opened and Sin sauntered in. His auburn hair curled wildly around his shoulders and face in a breeze that was anything but natural. He had teleported home, the smell of burnt almonds and liquor clung to his skin, almost seeming to bleed from his pores. It mixed with the scent of need and sex. He must have gone out with the other demons last night. I always had mixed feelings about them hanging out.

ERICA The dim glow of the red lights painted the room, flickering faintly across the walls. As I stepped in, the door clicked shut behind me, and I was left alone in the suffocating quiet, broken only by the low thrum of music from outside. The room was hazy with smoke, thick and heady, wrapping around me like a trap. My eyes adjusted slowly, taking in the figure sprawled on the velvet sofa at the center of the room. My heart stuttered. There was something familiar about the way he held himself, his frame cast in half-darkness.

Adrian took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit up quickly before he took a long puff of it, “Cut the chase and start talking or we can do this the harder way” he said before he leaned down and pressed the front of his cigarette against the side of his neck, making his skin burn. Hunter winced but didn’t give in as he knew how to handle pain very well and wasn’t going to act weak, not in front of the man he hated with his very soul. “All I will say is that I am your worst enemy” he said as Adrian continued pushing his cigarette further into his skin, until he heard it sizzle.

If only I had let her be in the party Instead of being horny and selfish, I won't be facing all of this bullshit. I stared at the Clan and sighed, it was simple and beautiful. Not too large but classy with expensive stones. The houses were simple, the streets were neat and peaceful with an arrayed mixture of flowers and the most beautiful thing of all was the satisfying scent of the Clan. I snapped my fingers and focused my energy on the grass using my left hand and my other left focused on the houses. With a single wave of my fingers, the whole place was in flames and the beautiful scent turned into the smell of burnt, stick, animal hair skin, and ash.

Their illuminated faces revealed expressions of arousal and lust. Those that were joined chanted and kept the rhythm with the pounding drums that became louder and swept me into the tempo. I tossed my dress and stood at the darkened window, watching the resonant drums pulling at my sex. The bonfire's light becomes more than just a physical glow; it takes on a more profound significance as a beacon of sexual renewal and intimacy. The crackling embers represent the purifying power of fire, burning away past darkness and illuminating the path toward a brighter future.

“ It’s great then. If that’s the case, then you’ll be secure about her, not leaving you again. “ The sin of gluttony playfully said with his sarcastic smile. Yes! The sin of greed has a greedy personality like his sin. He want Thea to be his completely, every edge of her. Dye’s friends spent two hours talking about an important case, and one of those was about the eleventh city of the realm. Although Dye was the one who investigated it first, but he tapped them to help in order to have an early and solid results.

With determination and confidence, she knocked on his door hearing a loud come-in from the other side. Twisting the knob she walked inside his office and the strong whiff of his manly cologne with a hinting smell of cigarettes reached her nose making it clear whose territory she just entered. Didn't he know the rules? Smoking isn't allowed in school. Her eyes scanned his office. The walls were painted in a combination of dark gray and white. His table was set in the middle with a couch on the left wall and a shelf of books to the right with a large window on the opposite. It looked beautiful.