Stitchpunk 9 Novels & Stories

Too much that there remained no place for anything new. Her hands bent backwards around her dress, untying the complex knots. She remembered the hard work of five women that had improvised on the spot, crisscrossing the strands into a beautiful pattern. Now as her limbs bent into an uncomfortable position, she traced nothing in particular, unable to find the loose ends. After minutes of nothing but struggles, Tara dearly wished for Venetia, she had been right about the difficulty that went behind the dress. Tara released a sharp sigh in defeat, rubbing her exhausted muscles, wondering how really long the terrible night was before she saw him behind her.

She was soft and felt right for his arms. His cheeks started to flare up and he felt uncomfortable down there. It’s been a while since the breakup and he felt it would be too impure to jerk off in Fin’s apartment. In fact, he shouldn’t be hard for Fin’s body at all! The best way is to start imagining the weirdest things he could come up with. Stone Cold Steve Austin in a tutu dress, he chanted, mentally. Stone Cold Steve Austin in a tutu dress. It took a while till he sighed. Finally, his member softened.

My hands are shaking, my cock is aching and my brain is screaming for me to leave. The stripper pulls back, wiping her mouth. “Do you want more?” she asks, rubbing her hands all over him. She stands, adjusting himself, clearly expecting more. Ellis shakes his head, voice rough, ragged. “Not right now.” She looks confused and irritated but takes the hint,grabs her panties and leaves, brushing past me with a curious glance, leaving Ellis bare, tense, and beautiful in the dim light. I stand there like an idiot while Ellis wears his shorts and slides out of the booth.

All he could do was run, pouring out his frustration. In the stillness of the night, he looked completely unhinged. Eventually, he collapsed at the side of the road, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. Again and again, he dialed my number. But as expected, all he heard was the same cold, mechanical voice. The phone number he once knew by heart was already out of service. I had snapped my SIM card in half and tossed it into the trash the day before he left. By then, I was already on the plane, soaring toward freedom.

Natalina's POV The sheets were a tangled mess, so it was all too easy to picture what had happened just moments before. I took a deep breath and looked at Antonio Ragusa, doing my best to stay calm, "Didn't we have an agreement, Antonio? You can play around all you want, but you're not allowed to bring them home. "Besides, you clearly know what day today is." Antonio chuckled indifferently and struck a match to light a cigar. "There was a shootout downtown last night. It wasn't safe, so I brought her home to lay low."

The bed was equipped with mechanisms that could only be unlocked through external settings once triggered. I had been completely exhausted earlier, so I'd just crashed on a random bed in the storeroom without even noticing it was the latest model of pleasure bed. I would usually sleep on my stomach and move around in my sleep, so I must have accidentally triggered the mechanism while dozing off. And now this single bed had locked my hands in place. The bed split into two below my waist, lifting my lower abdomen and hips and leaving my buttocks raised high. It was as if I was positioned for…

My friends had been trying to get me out of the house, and I'd been successful at avoiding them, even for my birthday, but somehow, Scarlett talked me into going to De Shield's down the street from my apartment. I figured I needed to eat, and it was a casual hole-in-the-wall, so I didn't have to put on anything other than a tank top, jeans, and Docs. It took no effort, which was good because I wasn't putting forth any. Glancing in the mirror, my cheeks were pink, and my hair looked better than it ever had, thick and shiny. Gray had been right; it was much darker than it had been a couple years ago. It fell in soft, loose curls around my shoulders and down my back. I opted to pull it up into

"No, you're Jenna. You've finally returned." Tears streamed down her face in thick rivulets. "I'm so sorry for letting you suffer for nine long years. But now, you have me, and all my love is yours. You don't need to be afraid anymore. That little wretch is gone. She got exactly what she deserved, just like that monster…" Fear coursed through Anna, making her body quake. She flailed in a desperate and weak frenzy, as if she might crumble into pieces. Mom rose, carrying a bowl of her ever-greasy stew. "Jenna, just drink a little…"

Chapter Nine My mother allows me to attend the Prom with the help of Mandy, and Aunt Salina to convince her. Andy was kneeling on begging my mother to be my date. See how to be stiff of being a witch sometimes. Exactly seven-thirty in the evening Andy picked me up, we wanted to come in at Mandy's home, but she said she would pick up Liam. I am happy for her that her dream of being with Liam for tonight has come true. I'm just thinking what if the love magic spell lost its power of magic, I don't want to get Mandy hurt.

For five years, my destined mate, Alpha Kaelen, and I had gone through 98 marking ceremonies. And every time, he'd cut it short for another Omega. "Just hold on a little longer, Princess. Just a little more." Shaman Elarah's voice sounded like it was coming from far away. I clenched my jaw, my fists tight. Sweat dripped down my cheeks. The backlash from the mate bond was a burning pain, like fire racing through my veins. This was the 99th time. The 99th time I'd prepared to receive the mark from my Alpha, my fated mate, Kaelen.