project slim
- Reads 22
- Votes 0
- Parts 2
Project Slim is a project conducted by the government designated for an elite selection of agents. Six of the most brilliant performers are chosen to band together over the course of one operation to investigate international threats that lead to the discovery of a US dominated terrorist group rising in multiple foreign countries attempting to bring anarchy. Killing US citizens and soldiers, these agents are sent back to their roots within the military to get the job done.
-
His hooded blue eyes watch me unload the rest of my bullets into the target piece. Clearing out the mag, I switch the safety on before turning to him.
His stubbled jaw is clenched as icy blue glares at my amber brown. He's shifting uncomfortably, and I narrow my eyes at his unnatural movement before lowering to where his hands readjusted his jeans.
Grinning, one hand grips the ear muffs and pulls them down to my neck as the other lowers the gun to the table. I take three steps to him before my maroon nails lay on his chest, my left hand gripping the side of his face to turn his ear to me.
"What was that reward again?" I whisper, my lips caressing his ear.
His muscled body shudders, and I nip his lobe teasingly.
-
This story contains all mature themes and are very graphic, this is a trigger warning.
Lots of smut will be included in the story, so save your innocence.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Deception (Urban Fiction)
Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.Complete
Attracted to His Cold
It wasn't really the result I was looking for. In fact, it was even better. I never really thought that this would happen to me. I never believed someone could love, well, me. But they did. He did. And despite his 'reputation', despite his lifestyle, despite everything everyone had ever told me, I loved him just as unconditionally. But will everything stay in harmony? How long will my paradise last for until my past comes back? Will they haunt me? Catch me? Kill me? "Livia? Tiago?" I ask, my voice breaking slightly. If they're here, then.... "Where is he? Where's-" "Gattina." All the breath in my lungs disappear as I turn to find the source of the voice. Half-way through my turn, I can see his dark silhouette at the end of the hallway. When I breathlessly say my next word, it feels as if I can breathe properly again for the first time in over a month. "Lupo." I run towards him without a second thought, sprinting full speed at him, and jump into his awaiting arms. He engulfs me in the warmest hug I've ever felt, entrapping me entirely - not that I mind. I cry in joy at finally being reunited with him as I bury my head into his neck, burrowing myself into him and vowing never to let him go again. Unwrapping myself from him, I look up at into his eyes. They're filled with love and relief, the same emotions I imagine my eyes are filled with. That quickly changes when his face contorts into one of pain. "Cole?" my brows furrow in confusion. He lets out a pained and strangled noise before he drops to his knees, collapsing at my feet. I gasp when I see Viktor behind him, holding a bloodied knife. A/N: Hey guys. Be prepared for dark themes, mature language, mature scenes, and so much more. Enjoy the roller-coaster, you are locked in... - Potential PTSD triggers! - BDSM themes! - Mentions of rape. - Mentions of abuse. - Mentions of torture. - Gun play! - Knife play! - Dark kink! (Warnings will be put at the beginning of potential trigger chapters)Complete
Gentle for her.
"No one speaks to me the way you have been lately" He warned, his eyes trained on mine. "What are you going to do, kill me?" I answered back, my gaze focused only on his kissable full lips. "Much worse." I didn't have time to comprehend anything before he gripped my hips and slammed me down onto the bed, making my breath hitch. My hair had covered my face from the impact, very quickly I pushed it out of my way when Luca hovered over my body, his hands holding him up on each side of me. "Wha-" He shut me up by placing his lips on mine, making my entire insides melt. Sparks jolted throughout my body as his soft lips molded with mine, he kissed me with so much need and urgency that a quiet moan unexpectedly escaped from me... ••• Luca Vendor, the name that shoots shivers down people's spines. He's dark and mysterious, never loved and has always been taught to show zero emotion. When he comes across Kimberly Folin, a beautiful American woman, he's intrigued by her sassy attitude and ability to turn him down. Usually, a woman would drop their pants at the site of him, but Kimberly is very different. Not planning on letting her go anytime soon, he decides on asking for her to teach him how to be gentle, just for her. But when Luca causes trouble with a Russian leader, innocent Kimberly is thrown into a world full of danger... - HIGHEST RANKS: #1 in Love story #1 in Italian #4 in Adult Romance #9 in Romance ⚠️Mature themes, violence & strong language⚠Complete
the black dahlia - on hold
18+ they were her lifelines. 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘. "how about you just ditch me? i'll take care of myself and if marco gets me then so be it." i patted his rock-hard chest and turned to stumble down the hotel hall where my fling of the night was waiting in room 1610 but he yet again stopped me, yanking me into his chest and hovering above my face. "tiana why do you keep doing this? to yourself? to me? why are you trying to purposely get yourself killed? the only reason i took this job was to protect you because the thought of you dead doesn't sit right on my heart! i have feelings for you whether you want me to or not and you can fuck as many guys as you want and throw it in my face, i don't care! but it doesn't change how i feel about you because i am yours!" "i belong to you!" "but i don't belong to you!" his handsome face drew closer to mine and he revealed the amount of pain he was suffering through his eyes as they roamed my face in feral yearning. our hearts pound together in sync. "and that's what kills me the most every minute of every day i'm with you!" "then don't be with me, i don't need you!" "but i need you! don't you get it? my whole life has only consist on watching over you and making sure you were safe! i never let myself get too close because i knew i wouldn't be able to leave when the time came." my ragged breath fanning his lips drew him even closer and i placed my palm on his chest to keep him at bay. "well then don't you think the time has come yet?" his eyes shut as he placed his forehead against mine. "god tia you drive me up the fucking wall." "i know...but you're still here." his eyes found mine and his fingers slid through my curls. "i'm still here." "and i'm stuck with you aren't i?" his lips merely brush mine and i shiver as he gazes into my soul, "you're bound to me my darling and i can't bring myself to let you go." i sigh. fuck my life. ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐱𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭![Forever Fighting | ✔️ | [previously Espionage: double-cross]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/266180136-256-k887286.jpg)
Forever Fighting | ✔️ | [previously Espionage: double-cross]
Guns, revenge and buildings to bomb, what could go wrong? ✮ He came in, gun held out in front of him in one hand while the other was resting on his hip where a sharp dagger gleamed in the light. "Come on out little girl, why not make this easier for both of us. The agency you ran away from just want to have a little talk, that's all." She scoffed internally. Yeah right. Then the footsteps ceased. She peeked to the right, then to the left. Neither direction showed any sign of the intruder. She looked up in front of her and gasped, the glint of steel and smell of death as overwhelming as it was adrenaline inducing, exciting. "Boo." ✮ Murder, accidents, assassinations. Call it what you will, it's all the same, all has the same life breaking, mind shattering consequences - be it for the victim or the bystander. It had shaped Alex in a way no one should be. Broken down and rebuilt into the perfect soldier, one who had the power to change the world, to fight battles that would either make or break the carefully constructed vision we all live in. The only small, minute, really unimportant detail - it's pretty hard to get into a government classified site when you're 15 years old and have a rag-tag team of double-crossing back-stabbers behind you. Not to mention the threat of a world war and ghost hanging above your head. Armed with sarcasm, wit, and a hell of a lot of aggressive intentions, it won't be too long till a sticky situation is all that's ahead of you. Sometimes, running head-first into a situation isn't the best idea. Instead, you gotta play a game. A deadly game where either you have all the pieces on the board, or you have nothing. [previously known as Espionage: double-cross] Thanks for reading :)Complete![Sex And Writing|| 18+ [{Completed}]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/189117754-256-k464514.jpg)
Sex And Writing|| 18+ [{Completed}]
He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.Complete
ALEX | a. hotchner (sequel to BLAKE)
He grabbed my arm at the last second and pulled me back, pressing my body tightly against his. "You like living on the edge, don't you?" He asked with a teasing smile, he was so close I could feel his breath on my mouth. "Only when I know you're there to catch me if I fall," I smiled back at him, biting my lip. His smile disappeared and a frown was put in its place, "we should talk." "About why you're being an ass to me?" I asked, feeling bold. I saw the shock register on his face before he could hide it. "I wasn't aware that I was," he said and cleared his throat. My heart was beating out of my chest and I could smell him so clearly, pine and a hint of lavender, mixed with the scotch from his breath. I knew he hadn't been drinking a lot, but I had, so I took my chance, the urge to kiss him taking over. Though his lips were pretty, it was the feel of them that sent my mind into a sensual state of intoxication. His lips gently pressed against mine made my legs shake. His hands held me tight by the waist and mine was lost in his hair. In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into one moment. The hint of a promise. A promise of realness, a promise to love him forever. - This is the sequel to BLAKE. This is a Criminal Minds story. I do not own Criminal Minds. The time line in this story is not accurate, it's actually all over the place. Some scenes from CM are included. Please have in mind that English is not my first language so there might be some grammar errors. Warnings: Suicide Mental illness Abuse Curse words Completed: 2024-03-21Complete
Tethered North
{18+ COMPLETED} A war that destroyed the world. It came and it went, leaving death and chaos in its wake. In the resulting turmoil England has split into four regions, a safety measure that was 'essential' to ensure that violence would not reign over the new world. The world as they know it has been wiped away, but there's only so much pressure you can apply to someone's throat before they snap. ~~~~ Zac and Emilia are in the North. Forced into jobs and ordered into arranged marriages, Emilia's happy memories of her family are long gone, instead replaced by immense fear of the Enforcers who patrol the streets, the State who dictate the rules and the growing lust for her husband, Zac. As the cruelty heightens, so does any tolerance for the State. Tortured one too many times, Emilia meets a group determined to bring the State down; the aptly named Resistance. Taking matters into their own hands, they launch themselves into a flurry of guerrilla warfare, completely unaware of what lies in store for them. Will Emilia's desire for Zac get in the way of their goal? Can they figure out a way to work together? Is the State ready to fall, or is this only the beginning? ----------------------------------------------------------- ' Zac moves slowly, a gentle, seductive kiss that has heat building in my core, a small moan erupting from my lips as he grabs the back of my neck, forcing the kiss deeper, angling my face to continue, my insides stirring even more at the action. I move my own tongue against his, attempting to give him just as much as he's giving me, meeting fire with fire. He seems to like that, smirking against my mouth before he runs a hand through my hair, gently tugging on the ends, pulling my face back further, up towards him. 'Complete
Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.
More detailsContent Guidelines