13 Casita の小説・ストーリー

I said, before she could say anything and got out of the room, closing the door behind me. “ Damien,” he was leaning against a pillar looking my way. “ Clear my schedule for the day,” I said walking towards my office. “ She is your mate, isn't she?” He figured. “ Yes.” “ Take your time, Caspian. Don't ruin beautiful things,” he said walking up to me. “ I will not accept her as my mate,” I said, clenching my fists. I feel like everything is slipping away through my fingers again. “ Not everyone is the same. Maybe you should give this a chance,” he added.

When Jiro starts to mention his surname, that's when he knows that the work is starting. It took him five minutes after preparing. He went to the kitchen to toast a bread. He has no time to eat a proper meal since Jiro is waiting for him. He got his car keys before going to the garage. "Let's go." All of the mafia's mansion were located at District 7, only Caspian's mansion was at District 8. There are a total of 8 Districts in Ciudad Reál. It is not just a city, Ciudad Reál is the Capital and the biggest city in the country. That's why Caspian has a lot of obligations for being the mafia boss. But despite being the biggest city, it was also the simplest.

She had already closed their chapter, and she had no intention of reopening it and flipping back to the beginning. "No, that's not true. I have bought the Jin family's villa. We can live there just like how we did when we were little. Don't you want that, Chica?" Tristan's manic black eyes were firmly fixed on Crista's slender frame as he gripped her wrist tightly, almost shaking her.

“You don’t need to do anything but throw on a sweatshirt and jacket. I promise you, the seats are greasier than you are. Come on. We brought your car back too.” “I…but…” I looked at Caspian. “That’s yours. You’re back now.” He shook his head. “Consider it an early mating gift. I already got another one.” “Yeah, a boring black CX-50.” Gamma Maddox rolled his eyes. “A what?” I looked between the two of them. Caspian sighed. “A Mazda. I think it’s perfect for what I need it.” “A what?” I asked again. The two of them laughed. “An SUV, Winter. It’s a black SUV.”

He wondered how he would react when Cassie was chased by suitors. After the night, Christine was introduced as the sole heir to the Dela Vega fortune, her life dramatically changed. Senor Dela Vega tightened her security detail including Cassie’s security. When their stay in Spain was over and they had to go back to New Zealand, Señor Dela Vega decided to go with them as he wanted to spend his time with them. “Are you ready?” Marty encapsulated his wife whose baby bump is now big as she is now in her 38th week of pregnancy.

“Of course, you will. By the way, Eriana had already discussed the plan here in Las Casas. Maybe, it’s time to reflect and to move on here in Las Casas de Amore.” “You’re right, Atalia. Las Casas de Amore is a beautiful paradise for us. We’re lucky to be part of it because not all women like us can visit the paradise.” Atalia nodded. “Well, I could already see the sign board of Las Casas de Amore. It’s only 20 kms away.” “Take care, Tiffie.” Atalia blew her a flying kiss before she hung up. ---~~~---

Cassie shook her head, leaning slightly into him. “This is what we built,” she corrected softly. His hand moved, instinctively resting over hers on her stomach. “And what we’re still building.” Cassie smiled. Her gaze never left their children—Three boys running beneath the sun. Another life growing within her. Three sons. Another on the way. A town reborn. A life once uncertain—Now deeply rooted. And in Sta. Cristina—They didn’t just return. They came home. “Come,” Eliseo said warmly, gesturing toward the two-story house standing proudly among the trees, embraced by the vastness of the fields.

It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it. It has a six digit number on it, and a logo of a two tulip flower entangled on each other. Serene read the words on top of the ticket. “Casa Roma.” “The Casa Roma was the prestigious hotel freshly built on the Vianca Island. I'm sure you already heard about that island in the east. I stayed there once and they have the best wine ever in the whole continent. It's a good thing they built an official hotel on that place because resort houses was a bit old fashioned for me.” Sydney had gone through the Vianca Island after college graduation. She met few hunks there, but the tourists on the Vianca Island mostly are womanizer.

The driver helped her up and she sat beside her father. "Cassie, how many time have I told you not to anger your mother?" Victor asked not expecting an answer. He looked at her arm; the bruises were already forming from her mother’s hand. Marcella stormed out after her and got in the carriage eyes locked on Cassie. Victor banged the roof of the carriage with his cane. The carriage started toward the main road. "How long will it take us to get there?" Cassie asked her father. "About fourteen hours. So, deal with it," Marcella told her. Cassie looked out the window, the sun had just gone down hopefully she would fall asleep. Not that she needed a lot of sleep. But it would keep her mother from

While in City D Caspian and Sara. They had settled in a small and modest, two-story house, inside a housing development, which adjoined a few meters from the beach, the place was a furnished place, with luxurious details, in spite of how modest it was, it was also cozy, much nicer than the big mansion, and that pleased Sara, she had always seen the mansion too spacious and not very cozy, as for Caspian, in his own words, as long as there was a comfortable, private and furnished place to fuck, his wife didn't care about the rest. She had already, finished settling in, and the man was already, caressing and kissing her, looking for Sara to get aroused, Sara serious of his action, too obvious,