Static Cling Tint Novels & Stories

Just clocked out. My bestie, Chloe, texted. Begging me to go wild with her at a bar. I collapsed onto my bed. Exhausted. “No way. My legs are jelly. I can’t tonight.” I splashed some water on my face and stared at my reflection. Pale. Drained. Suddenly, I knew I needed a release. Anything to forget my inhuman, tyrant werewolf boss. I grabbed my phone again, ready to text Chloe. I wanted to type: “My whole body aches. No energy for the bar. I desperately need a rough, deep-tissue massage session tonight.” But my brain was fried. I just typed: “Just need a rough, deep session tonight.” Five minutes later, my screen lit up. But it wasn't a message from Chloe. It was from my cold, untouchable A

His inner wolf purred continuously—a low, velvet vibration that enveloped his mate in a protective, territorial warmth. Clara walked beside him with effortless, supreme grace. She wore a breathtaking gown of liquid white silk, woven with threads of raw starlight that shimmered with subtle golden hues as she moved. The moonstone amulet rested against her chest, pulsing in harmony with the star-crystal tiara resting upon her brow.

I already knew I was going to be late but I didn’t want to reach even later than I was originally supposed to. Fifteen minutes later, I was out. I considered putting on makeup but again, I didn’t want to give off the wrong idea. I was aiming to be as simple as possible, I didn’t want Jax Coleman thinking I was trying to impress him or something. I mean, I didn’t want him to think I was frumpy or something and decide that I would not make a good pretend fiancée. But I didn’t want to give off the impression I was coming after him either.

Roshan was trembling in fear of arohi never in his dreams he had expected this. "You send these bangles to Arohi with this note," Rachna asked him directly as she understood this boy is fattu. ( coward) Roshan asked for the note he read and then said ' I didn't send this. I am not running, I mean my pet name is pink, not ronn. As far as these bangles are concerned, yes it's true that I belong to a jeweller's family but they are such miserly suckers that they will kill me but never allow me to give something like this."

I can know what most of the upgrade does just from their name except for the Curved claws and Suction skin. [Curved claw: Makes the claw curved to help in climbing walls, to get more grip and impaling] [Suction skin: Form suction cups on the skin to help stick to the surface of any solid and improve stealth] Not what I had in mind but it's okay. The number next to the upgrades must be their cost I think...hmm can I stack two skins at the same? One way to find out. [Do you wish to upgrade to Suction skin and Light skin]

Chapter 62: Velvet Vice The silk of the evening gown was the color of a midnight storm, a deep, liquid charcoal that seemed to cling to Laila's skin like a shadow. Marcus had spent the morning applying a specialized chemical block to her forearms, temporarily dampening the visible flare of her silver markings so she could pass through the high society scanning grids without immediately triggering the corporate alarms. Yet, beneath the fabric, her skin still vibrated with the low, restless hum of the ancient well.

I ask, once I know her name and once I get her number we are guaranteed to meet each other again. "Chloe." She says. "Chloe Fint." "Nathan Carmello." We shake hands. Her hands are so soft, it's like touching a baby's. "Can I get your number Ms. Fint?" I wink and she's blushing. Her blushing is one of the cutest things I've seen, Tyrone blushing is also cute because you never see that one blushing for anyone or anything. She gives me her number and I give her mine.

"You won't keep a single drop of my blood." I walked over to the cabinet where I kept the illegal alchemical tinctures. My fingers, slick with blood, fumbled with the glass vials. I found the one I was looking for—the "Cleansing Draught." It wasn't meant to kill a wolf, but it was designed to "reset" a lineage, to strip a female of any "tainted" connection. If I could lure them to the altar... if I could get close enough to Darlene...

I ask, voice hushed, hungry. Duncan meets my gaze and I see the ambition burning in him, thick as smoke, bright as flame. His lips curl. "I will be Alpha. Not in name, not in shadow. But in truth. And when that day comes..." He leans in, eyes boring into mine. "...no one will ever forget it." “How are we going to do that ?” He held up a vial, a colorless liquid swirling inside. “This” I didn’t need to ask questions. I knew exactly what it was. I held his gaze, the assassin in me thrumming with dark delight. Together, we'll carve his victory out of Ciro's ruin. Together, we'll spill the blood that binds us. The night, silent and unsuspecting, will never see us coming.

The yellow silk shirt looked dingier and more faded than the promised lemony color. Clarance wore red that conflicted garishly with his natural red hair and ruddy complexion. Yet, with his bright smile and rainbow stole, it all perfectly worked together. Ty’s dark skin was set off by the orange. Yellow was skipped over, thankfully. The bright green of the silk and Jaxon’s dark brown hair gave him a man of nature look. JD wore a bright blue that set off his suddenly blue eyes from the contacts that he had gotten specifically for the wedding.