Stitchpunk 9 Novels & Stories

the promise reverberated in her ear, leaving a memory. All of a sudden she felt his weight lifted off of her, his demeanor changed. He pulled the straps back on, covering the bruised assets underneath, accidently touching the mound in the process. Her body slightly trembled as he did the same down, pulling the cumulated dress on her waist down, covering her ass before pulling down it till her knees.

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.

I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess, “Mia, you’re the only Mate I’ll ever have. If you refuse me, I’ll keep asking until you agree.” I was moved by his determination and love. After that, I established a Mate Bond with him. To repay his love, I gave him 99 handmade forgiveness coupons on the day of our Marking Ceremony. I promised him that I would forgive him 99 times. As long as he still had coupons left over, I would forgive him and stay with him no matter what he did.

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…

"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…"