Unholy Synonym Novels & Stories

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“Naomi no secrets, no lies. If I find out you’re hiding things from me, there will be consequences, Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, Mom,” Naomi whispered, biting her lip. Lydia stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. “Naomi, listen to me carefully. Proverbs 12:22 says, ‘Lying lips are an abomination to the Lord, but those who act faithfully are His delight.’ You understand what that means?” Naomi swallowed, her cheeks warming. “Yes, it means lying is wrong.”

Aaliyah's bachelorette party was wild! It can't even be classified as a Bachelorette party, it was a full-on sex party, an orgy party. I had forgotten that that was Aaliyah and Antonio liked to party. Thinking about it lead me to the day I met Antonio and Aaliyah, they wanted to have a threesome and I was that night's pick. Antonio and Aaliyah are highly sexual and weren't afraid to show it at all, I liked that about them, but it made me wonder how Harry and I coped, and how Harry was going to cope for the rest of his life as today is the day He and Aaliyah get to make that bold decision and say “I Do” to each other.

“Check what our innocent little princess is reading.” Luca caught it one-handed. His eyes scanned the screen, and a low, dark chuckle rumbled from deep in his chest as he read a filthy line aloud. The explicit words hung thick in the air…descriptions of being stuffed full from both ends, dripping and gagging and coming apart.

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

Mark smiled darkly. “Better clean up, baby girl. Wouldn’t want your mum to see what a messy little slut her daughter has become.”

Gerard’s fingers drove deeper, knuckles stretching my rim, pushing past resistance as he began to fuck me with his hand, relentless, punishing. My back arched, a choked cry tearing from my throat as pleasure and pain collided. “Lydia was getting ripped by your uncle.” He added a second finger, then a third, stretching me wide, his palm grinding against my clit with each brutal inward thrust. “Right there in the bathroom. While your father’s body was still warm.” The confession hit me like a sledgecock to the chest. My mother… this woman, had been fucking my uncle in the very church where my father lay dead, while she was supposed to be mourning.

"Sarah was my niece." Ayana's breath caught. "I'm sorry." "Long time ago." He studied her face. "He's never forgiven himself. Thinks surviving was a sin that requires lifelong atonement. I've tried telling him Sarah would hate what he's done to himself, but—" He shrugged. "Grief makes people stubborn." "And lonely." "Very." Dr. Hayes's gaze was knowing. "He needs someone to remind him he's allowed to live. Someone brave enough to push past those walls."

“Or the next two children die together.” Nythera trembled as fresh tears streamed down her face. Slowly, she lowered her head and nodded. Then she closed her eyes as a painful silence settled over the forest. When she finally spoke, her voice sounded hollow as she began to chant words outloud. “Moon above and shadows deep, Bind the heart and bind the sleep. Twist the path that fate has spun, Turn the many into one. Let desire cloud the sight, Let false love replace the light. By blood offered and power claimed,

"Burn off the crazy. I’ll be in the bedroom. Vincent is installing a new firewall on my laptop." "Don't go outside," I order. "I won't." She leaves me alone in the library and the silence rushes back in. I look at the map of New York on the wall. It’s my city. My territory. But right now, it feels like a maze. And somewhere in the center, a minotaur is waiting. I trace the line of the East River with my finger. Italian money. Albanian muscle. American tech. It’s a hydra. And I’m running out of swords.