Sunkissed Novels & Stories

ᴋɪss ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ᴋɪss ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴛᴀʀs ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ sᴀɴᴅ, ᴄʜᴇᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʙʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ

His hands started to travel down to my arm, gently caressing it as he started to kiss my neck, leaving me with nothing else to do but to stand there, frozen and stunned by the sudden turn of events as I felt like I was about to give in to his inevitable desires. To be continued…

Gillian opened her eyes shortly and smiled at Steve, thereby going close to him. She dipped her head inside the water and inserted her mouth on Steve's d**k. She sucked him deeply as he screamed with ecstasy. She didn’t stop, she kept sucking. She would raise up her face from the water to catch her breath and then continue. The was the best Steve has got and he didn’t want it to stop. “Come on baby” he said. Barbara kept on hitting it, making him feel good. Steve could not take it anymore, he quickly got up when she put up her head to catch her breathe.

Laughter and music filled the air, mingling with the sound of seagulls overhead. We found a spot near the water, spreading out our towels and setting down our belongings. As I helped Jessica settle in, I couldn't help but steal glances at her, admiring the way the sunlight played on her sun-kissed skin. The sundress clung to her shoulders, revealing just a hint of her collarbone, a sight that sent a tingle of anticipation through me.

And those cold gray eyes locked right on me. I didn’t stop. Didn’t blink. Just walked straight to him, like I wasn’t scared of a damn thing. “Good morning, Lion Dickhead,” I said sweetly, like sugar coated in poison. His lips twitched, almost a smile. Bastard. “Team,” he said, ignoring my insult. “Meet The Revenant. The ghost that makes grown men cry. The reason half of Mexico sleeps with a gun under their pillow.” All eyes turned to me. I saw it right away, the doubt in their faces shifting to realization. Then fear. Good.

"Jamie, how did the blind date go? Ms. Winston said Mr. Zackman is a really nice guy. Did you meet him?" I leaned against a sycamore tree by the roadside. Watching the mottled shadows cast from the tree, I chuckled softly. "Yes." "That's great! What's he like? Is he as Ms. Winston said?" "Yeah, he's got potential," I answered flatly.

Kari asked, walking in and stopping by her brother, ruffling his hair as he looked up at her. "Yep. I hate to leave you guys, but it’s back to the grind of life for me." He pushed out his lip and Lisa patted his thigh. "I'm sure you'll make do. You always do, right?" He winked at her and reached for another scone, Kari leaning over to grab one, too. "These look great." Kari looked over at Sicily. "What kind are they?" "Cinnamon Vanilla Pecan. Trying something new today." She shrugged.

We used the insurance money to buy a beautiful villa in a city with a mild, springlike climate year-round and a sleek Cayenne. On the day of the move, I saw Eleanor again.

“You’re too fat to be my Luna.” Those seven words from my fated mate destroyed me. Alpha Derek rejected me in front of the entire pack, chose my skinny stepsister instead, and made my life a living hell. They starved me, beat me, and laughed as I suffered. But I survived. I escaped. I transformed. And I became everything they said I could never be. Now I’m back—stronger, fiercer, and mated to the most powerful Lycan King in existence. Derek’s on his knees, begging for a second chance. Too bad I’m done being the weak, broken girl he threw away. This time, I’m the one doing the rejecting.

Skylar took note of his attentive look, and she smirked contently as she climbed in. She took a sit on the bench that ran along the waterline, and only her legs were submerged. "So, do we approve?" she asked knowingly, glancing down at the piece of jewelry attached to her belly button. "Oh, we do. We definitely approve." Skylar giggled as she sipped her beer. "I've had it for a while now." "I wasn't aware."