Sukuna Grin Novels & Stories

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

“Fuck!!” He pulled back, his lips glistening, a wicked grin spreading as he swallowed, his eyes locked on mine. “Couldn’t hold back, huh?” he teased, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. He licked his lips, wiping a stray drop with his thumb. “Guess we’ll have to start all over.”

I broke my promise and left the spot I was crouching, then slowly began to circle the perimeter of the forest, towards where the murderers stood on the edge of the garden. I just wanted to see their faces once, wanted to memorize their happy smiles so that when those same faces were twisted in the grimace of death, my revenge would be sweeter. I just wanted to know who killed my parents. I stopped at the brink of the forest, ever closer to where the men stood. They seemed to be having a discussion about how to dispose of the dead bodies they'd created, the people they'd murdered. I scanned their faces one by one, my eyes moving rapidly through the group of ten or twelve men, and my eyes came

“Suck.” Suki bit down on her lower lip, fighting the smile that grew stronger on her face. She found it thrilling to see how demanding he was – visually, he appeared intimidating, but in his eyes, you could see his yearning and how truly desperate he was to have her. Not wanting to wait any longer, she took him in her mouth and sucked slowly but firmly. Groaning, Brendan laced his fingers through her hair and pushed her gently to take more of him, whilst also carefully moving his hips back and forward.

GRACE I still remember the day I found my mate. The way he smelt was as fresh as the forest floor. The way his sandy blonde hair was always tied in a man bun. His blue eyes sparkled like the ripples in the ocean catching the glare of the sun. He was a pack warrior, his years of fighting took their toll on him, leaving him with a slightly crooked nose and a red scar that decorated his left cheek. The scar never healed thanks to the silver used to create it.

Too submissive. “A woman should be submissive,” objected Grisha with an impudent smile. “In that case, Katya is the perfect match for you,” I replied. - Hurry up! Suddenly, someone will take her away! - Though on all four sides! Grisha snorted and, taking my hand, put a knife into it. I glanced down at the folding knife, the metal cold against my skin and causing a slight tingling sensation. The blade, judging by the smell, was silver.

His face was completely expressionless. Unexpectedly, Larissa thought that Kevan's mood was not very pleasant at the moment. However, Lucas seemed to be entirely clueless about it, so much so that he grinned at Kevan, showing a line of his white teeth. Kevan narrowed his eyes. "What are you chatting so happily about?" he asked. Lucas, a grown man, blushed. He lowered his head in bewilderment. Subconsciously, he squeezed Larissa's hands even harder.

he went on in that unnerving tone. Oh crap. What exactly did he know about my journey? About Bree and our little spirit world mixup? A million more questions bubbled up, but before I could get a word out, he flashed me this unsettling grin. Like he was trying to look friendly but his mouth... wasn't quite made for smiling. That unnerving grin of his stretched even wider, like a snake unhinging its jaws. "Though I imagine our guest has far more questions than can be sated by broth."

She thanked the old man and left. "So Ragnor was a blend of griffin and vampire. He has magic too?" Siku thought and sat in the car and instructed the driver to drive back to the palace. George waited for Siku to leave. He stood to his feet, stretched and his body made a cracking noise. His wrinkled skin became firm. His eyes turned purple, his grey hair turned jet black with curls covering the whole of his head. He was an amazingly handsome man. The lady returned with the little girl upon seeing Siku leave.

"Make sure he stays that way." Lucian’s jaw tightens. A slow, lethal grin spreads across his face—a predator recognizing its own kind. "With pleasure," he whispers.