The Grizzly Sin Novels & Stories

A SAINT WHO SINS SIMON I heard his father's laughter from where I was causing me to panic. The moment Arson Grey walked into the church, the Air shifted. A wave of heat ran through my body. I kept my eyes focused on the fruit basket in my hands, pretending they were fascinating. I could feel his gaze burning the back of my neck, but I didn't want to care. I couldn't afford to look him in the eyes. All my hard work would go down the drain.

“ I’ll handle it “ I snap. I flick the joint at Joker and he jumps up brushing the lit joint off his jeans with a curse. “ Dick “ he mutters, glaring at me. I smirk and stand to my full height , Joker was tall , but I was taller. “ Yup “ I agree , I pick up the folder off of the desk and have to stop myself rolling my eyes at the crime scene photos. So sloppy , so fucking messy. The kill looked ammature too. “ Keep on this, get Skip to hack whatever he can think of to get more information. Whoever this is , is pissing me off. No one goes against The Sinners like this and gets to walk away “ I snap throwing the folder down. I grab the keys for my sports bike and my helmet and walk past them.

“Alpha Blaze, Luna Storm allow me to introduce Grizzly Stone, Alpha of the Stone Clan.” “Griz for short.” Griz nodded. “His Beta, Babaloo Creed. Dakota and Kydence BlackPaw, the Shadow Alpha and Luna. Their Beta’s Kasper and KC Shadow, Gamma’s Hunter and Kolby BlackPaw, and lead Warrior’s Milo and Mimi Castagnoli.” Blaze stepped forward. “It’s an honor to finally meet the Shadow pack.” He looked over at Griz. “Griz, you big ole bear, it’s been a long time.” He smiled giving the bear a hug.

and turns away, hiding the bulge until chores finish. Soon enough, he finishes with chores and escapes to his room. God, he misses that sagging bed so much. The sheets feel cool against his skin as he slides in, still in his day clothes, too worn out to change. He shuts his eyes, chasing sleep, but it won’t come. Hours drag by, the house creaking around him, and that ache, the one that started months ago, erupts three nights back gnaws to life again. His cock stands rock-hard now, throbbing, a wet spot seeping through his pants. He whimpers, tears stinging the corners of his eyes, as he rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling. This is wrong, he thinks, a voice in his head shaky and needy

Kissing her was the only way out. At least, it felt like the only way to save both of us from what was about to come next. My lips collided with hers—not out of desire, but desperation. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet, just something I did to cover up our sins. And then the door creaked open. Shit. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. I could feel the weight of that stare at the back of my skin.

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.

in a few months time we will be packing up the babies and heading off to Bora Bora for this beach wedding for some of the most flammable beings I know! Damn, I really hope they don't die getting married to each other. That'd be horrible. ~ ~ ~ End of part 1 to Sinful Nights...

Adrian said, pulling me close. We stayed like that for a long time until my phone buzzed with a text from Maya saying we had a delivery. Downstairs we found a massive floral arrangement with a card that just said "Congratulations on your engagement - RC" "What engagement?" I asked, looking at Adrian. He pulled out his phone and his face went pale as he scrolled. "Corso leaked a story to the media claiming we're engaged to consolidate power in the company." "But we're not engaged," I said. "The media doesn't know that," Adrian said, showing me the headlines. "And now everyone thinks we are."

I choked on air, letting my hips move because I wanted more. “Grinding on my hand,” Damian laughed, a deep and baritone chuckle that had my pussy clenching around his fingers. “You like that, don’t you?” He grunted, thrusting into me with enough force to have my body hitching on the wall. Fuck. His fingers feel so good. He slid his hand over my back before finding my hair in his fist. He pulled my hair back, forcing me to look at him. “Shit,” I breathed, rolling my hips on his fingers as he continued to slide them in and out of me. He pushed my underwear down my legs, stretching it around my ankles and heels.