Thinner Novels & Stories

"Doesn't she look thinner than usual?" Siena whispered in my ear, causing me to suddenly nod my head in agreement. Even with just one look, I could already tell that there was something different about Senine. Starting from the look on her face that is very wrinkled and her body is getting thinner. It's my first time seeing her like that. Even in my previous life she was never like that!

It was so thin and transparent that the cold seemed to bite her flesh even more now. "She doesn't look like much, eh?" Huge feet walked in front of her bowed figure. She could barely shrink back, there was no strength in her at all. All she could do was stay hunched over and take deep breaths. The skin of her hand was so thin now that her bones jutted out, threatening to burst through, her knuckles were pronounced and the outline of every bone could be seen through her skin.

She goes still. He runs his thumbs once across her cold fingers, slow, like he's trying to transfer warmth by direct application. "Your hands," he says. "They're always like this in winter. It's circulation." She watches his face—he's looking at her skirt, she realizes, at the hem of it moving in the wind, the thin fabric and the cold. "I have a down layer underneath," she adds. "I'm warmer than I look." He does not look entirely convinced. He doesn't release her hands.

you normally just do stuff I stared at that for a second and the accuracy was kind of annoying. [Jordan]: I'm fine. just post-first-practice brain [Nora]: mm [Jordan]: what does 'mm' mean [Nora]: it means I don't believe you but I'm not going to push it [Jordan]: that's very mature of you [Nora]: I know. I'm working on a lot of things Then, a minute later: [Nora]: do you want to come to the rink? I'm going to do some extra work this afternoon. Priya bailed on me

Then a sting meets my inner thigh, making me gasp, and I fist my skirt. My spine stills against the seat, every muscle in my body working itself as I adjust to the bite of whatever he just did. He moves away, coming back in again, another sting needling my thigh, this time higher up my skirt. Wax? I convulse, my clit reacting to the tingling that pricks at my skin. I slap a hand to my mouth, biting on my index finger to even out the sweet pain. A moan slips as he kneads my skin.

Amelia saw Megan's excited look and couldn't refuse, so she took it to the fitting room to try it on. After she was dressed, she saw herself in the mirror and grinned. This long skirt is decorated with small white flowers. The upper body has the effect of shrinking the waist, which is just pinched at the thinnest part of the waist, and the lower body hangs down naturally, reaching the thinnest part of the calf. Fresh and not lose tender. It is indeed her style. Seeing that she liked it, the clerk helped her get a thin jacket of the same color, which was just right when the weather was a little colder.

I was shock at first cos she was getting thinner. "I missed you!!!" She chimes. I smiled. "I missed you too. So so much." She pulled herself away from me as I examine her really carefully. My brows creasing. "You're.." I trailed. "Sexy." She chirped. "You're so thin." I tell her. I examine her even longer. "Thinner." I corrected.

I mutter, my voice sounding way thinner and breathier than I intended. Roland lets out a low chuckle, rich and amused. I feel the brush of his sleeve against mine as he lifts a hand. His knuckles graze the sensitive skin right under my jaw, tracing a slow line down my neck, hovering just above the collar of my shirt where his marks are probably already fading in. "You're shaking," he whispers, leaning in so close his breath is hot against my ear. "Thinking about what we were just doing?"

I sat down in silence, my face expressionless. The men turned around, looking at me, and four of them nodded. The last one gave me a hateful stare, and I fought back a smirk. Hate always brought me amusement. "I'm cutting the bullshit," I started, leaning back in my chair. "I want out." They fell silent, stunned by my sudden change of mind. Thorne leaned forward and laughed humorlessly. "Do you think it's that easy, Slim?" he asked, and I rolled my eyes, expecting his next response.

“Doesn’t sound like I have much of a choice, so let’s do it, just one problem though my ears aren’t pierced, so your tracker is useless,” “Then we will have to fix that, won’t we,” Allie squeals, and I get scared. “Ok, I need some square ice, a sterilized needle, and some alcohol of both kinds,” She ordered. Liam runs to get the needle and starts sterilizing it while Melanie gets the alcohol. “Here you go,” She laughs. “Rubbing alcohol for your ears while the tequila will help you to relax so have a shot,” Liam comes back with the needle and hands it to Allie who tosses it into a small bowl filled