Spinner X Novels & Stories

A high-speed car was coming at her. Zack blinked his eyes, watching the exchange between Xavier and the blonde. He turned away from the sensual scene in front of him. His blue eyes roamed the small town until he stopped and stared at the woman who was talking with a customer at one of the shops that went viral recently with their specially blended drinks and meals. The woman was small—lithe one might say—with her delicate bone structure. Her hair was long, reaching her hips that she Dutch braided for it was easier to tame her hair when she was working as a server at the shop.

, pointing towards a machine with a label on the top and the words 'Gacha' written. There was no one around the machine, it was a huge machine slumped over the wall in the corner. They went near the machine and Max was the first one to touch the interface of the machine. Some weird noises came from the machine and a light shot out from it and everyone looked at each other as they didn't know what to do. The machine started to speak, "Scan complete, Max Gunner do you wish to spin your free spin of this year?". "Yes", replied Max slowly looking back at his friends nervously.

All Britney could do was console her telling her "everything will work out fine" Danielle met Britney at the Greenwich Hotel where they both work as waitresses. It has been hell for Danielle working there, no one liked her especially her manager Mr. Spencer. He despised her for turning him down several times. He made sure she worked her ass out while working in the hotel, he made her close from work late than any other person. Several times she thought of resigning but she had nowhere else to work, she had no degree and the thoughts of this baby made her more frustrated. What if Mr. Spencer finds out about this baby, "I'll be so gone". She hated her condition, she hated the baby. Danielle's

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.

which is shown as a few underscores ( _ _ _ ). SG- we have a job for you, but things are changing Sphinx- I’ll do the job but what’s changing? SG- this jobs’ special, we need a face to face—no records Sphinx- I can’t, these chats are encrypted by me, do you no longer trust me SG- we do but this one needs no leads to us especially Sphinx- who would I have to meet SG- only me and my two most trusted. I understand your need for your identity to remain anonymous.

“Rachael, don’t be fooled by his skills. He is an immortal,” Gabriel walks to his brother and carries a bottle of water. “Thanks for bringing our order but your help isn’t needed,” Gabriel says. “So, fuck off” he whispers into his twin's ear. Samuel giggles and turns to leave. The sphinx is angry and hurt as he frowns in the elevator. He enters the club with his eyes set on the bar as he walks. “Two shots of tequila and bring me bourbon,” he orders and Bryan goes to fix his order.

“Yes. We are doing pretty well, and the turnover is good, so you don’t have to worry that you are getting involved in a sinking ship.” I stare at all three of them wide-mouthed, not really sure what to do or say. There are a lot of things to consider before I can even think of whether I want to join them. “I don’t know if you’ve heard of us, but our company is called Spark Limited.” Connie joins in, using her hands to express her words. “You know, because we ignite sexual sparks.” My eyes widen at the name and my jaw drops further down. “Seriously? You guys have revolutionized the meaning of a battery-operated boyfriend. You probably put other companies out of business with how good your toy

“Give her a round of applause! But! To make things more difficult, anyone who passes must also spin around in circles at least four times!” They must really have wanted those guts bubbling... as if the mixture wasn’t bad enough. Here Sienna made a motion for the door – evidently fed up with this game. Though her friend was fast on the draw. “Party pooper!” Paige chanted. “Come back here and spin! You can spin, can’t ya? What’s the harm in that?” The crowed looked on with a number of people summoning Sienna to return. You could see them mouthing “Spin! Spin!”

She excused herself from the all the boring business conversations to wander around hoping to bump into a sexy Ford somewhere but unfortunately none of that had happened so far as the night continued to move so smoothly. A certain piece caught her eye and as if she was spontaneously magnetised to it, she walked stopping in front of the piece. What surprised her was that it was her in the painting. She saw a woman staring back at her in a simple blouse and a pair of jeans. The only difference between them was the painting was smiling. Though the face wasn't pretty clear, she already knew it was her in the drawing.

"Curious?" Unable to speak because of the gag, I nod my head. "This is a pinwheel," He holds up this curvy silver stick with sharp-looking points on the round top. My eyes widen. "And this," He says, holding up the black thing. It's small at the top but grows wider towards the short bottom. "Is a butt plug," I shook my head violently and tried to scream NO, but the gag muffled my cries. I've never had anything in my butt before, and the silver pinwheel looked painful. What the fuck is Xander into?