Nova - Mind of Desire: Part 1 - The Abduction: Nova - Mind of Desire

By The Weatherby Sisters

Some powers aren't meant to be tamed

Alien adventure romance. After uncovering the relic of an ancient Minoan civilization, high school student Nova is alone with a secret power she must tame at all costs, even if it means placing her life – and her heart – in the hands of Stievway, the brooding and charming king of Burbank High.

It will take all Nova's strength to protect those she loves.

Why was everyone so cool when MJ came out of the space craft? Everyone was like “yeaahhhhhh”. I once sold a bike to a guy that didn’t know how to ride so I taught him, then sold the bike ready built. Haha. Killed the budget by $1300. Such a good day.  So anyway my dad picked me up last night and the first thing he said to me was “Who ate my chocolate?”.

The three personas in this book will ignite your every passion all because you want them to. Holy smokes Adam Scott just made a bogey on the last hole to lose by one stroke. Such a fickle game. 38 possessions.

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Weatherby Sisters
• Release date: Dec 5, 2013
• ISBN: 9781498932059

Book preview

Never fade, for your weariness is near. The craft you have chosen will diminish the second you present your data

-  Our deep friend

Sit on it!

Sit on it! I commanded. Her voice sounded out my words exactly with anxious and straining tones. Her muscles twitched and contracted in an isolated fury as she struggled against herself. Serenity was being held in a taught posture. Her breasts bubbled against the seizure, and her nipples pierced the cold air in stubborn protrusion. 

Slowly she jutted across the floor, her knees buzzed and jolted against the ground in blunted scrapes. Her palms padded the cold tiles and her fingernails iterated every strangled movement with a blunted clicking sound .

When she had crossed the entirety of the locker-room floor, she came face-to-face with her imposing target. I flitted out a giggle as I addressed Serenity.

I don’t think I need to tell you what you are going to do with that dildo do I Serenity? Then again, it wouldn’t make much difference would it? I giggled in satisfied exhalation, you don’t have a choice!

I concentrated my efforts in making Serenity’s hands clasp around ‘The Devasting Trunk’, from Sandstone Incorporated’s newest line of Widow-Maker dildos. Her face was schizophrenic at the sight of the rubber flesh; she was dichotomised in unbridled fear, and unconscious anticipation. Her lips strained to speak. I knew her thoughts, I could tell what she was going to say, but I let her speak anyway. ...P...plea...please don’t hurt me! What do you want?

I eyed over her frustrated, naked body, all limbs hunched on the floor. Her ass was angled towards the corner of the roof, dimples promulgating her beige flesh. As I entered her mind, I felt an unprecedented sensation of cold wash over me. I could sense the smells that she sensed: The tepid tones of newly washed skin, the hyper-floral bouquets of school-girl perfume, the musk of first-time sexual moisture.

You’ve been a bad girl Serenity. If you’d bullied me, I might think nothing of it, but you went and bullied my sister. Didn’t you?

You...you’re Novella’s sister?

Nova’s the name. And you’re going to find it very difficult to get that name out of your head after what I’m going to do to you. Or, rather, what you’re going to do to yourself.

A smile escaped from the corners of my lips, and I began to softly giggle again. The giggling crescendoed, permeating the locker room as I summoned Serenity to roll onto her back. Her hands, my hands, cupped the weight of the ebony pleasure pole and lifted it off the floor. The thick rubber passed down her body. It was the trunk of an ancient beast, draping itself across the film of sweat atop Serenity’s body, sampling and sniffing her every crevasse, every dimple of her innocent, untouched flesh.

The weight of the dildo gave way under Serenity’s slender arms and the solid base crashed onto her stomach. Its heaviness throttled Serenity forward in pain. In a newtonian burst, her hair became a golden phoenix, sheets of topaz flapping forward in a great crash onto the sun-bleached shores of her chest. Her breasts - beached ectoplasmic whales - were thrashing with gravity. She clenched her lip in her teeth and her agony sheared my mind in sonic symbols. Don’t...make...me...

I felt sorry for Serenity in a way. She was young, only 18. 18-year-old’s did stupid things: Take drugs, finger each other, give blowjobs to older guys for alcohol. But seeing my sister crying in the doorway like that, I was taken back to when I had experienced the very same thing. I recalled nights spent crying in bed, and days avoiding school in case I saw them: The cool girls... the girls who got everything... the girls who’s daddies happened to be billionaire dildo titans. And then I didn’t feel so sorry anymore. Serenity’s hands dragged up her thighs and took the trunk in her hands again.

Again the sound symbols formed in my mind. What...what do you want? I walked over to Serenity, gazing down on her petite nude frame. The trunk now primed and perched at her embryonic gates.

Serenity, your sister, her name is Tiffany right?

She nodded.

Well, funny thing about coincidences. She and I have a history... I gulped as the images flashed into my mind. Images of me, bound and gagged and naked at the mercy of Tiffany. I spoke again.