Novel & Cerita 2p Canada X 2p America

“I’ll send you 200k for that. I don’t want to see those your Barbie pants.” Bella burst into laughter. “Ahan, Ahan, Chief!” she teased. “Which one is Barbie pants? You this old man—you won’t kill me at all!” Mr. Onijikan chuckled. “I’ve heard you,” he said. “I’ll be expecting you. Goodbye.” The line went dead. For a moment, Bella stared at her phone, then slowly lowered it, her eyes lighting up. “This man has money,” she whispered to herself, a grin spreading across her face. “Sending me 200k just to buy sexy pants… this is serious.”

Henry said with a darker tone. "She's just getting back on her feet, cut her some slack. People change, you know." Cindy pouts. "Do they?"

Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -

"No surprise, you were cultivated by Canada. Otherwise, you couldn't possibly have so many firearms and ammunition. Canada is responsible for providing you with weapons and equipment, and you follow their orders." As soon as Amelia finished speaking, Gamal visibly became more uneasy. "Even if what you say is true, would America dare to go head-to-head with Canada? Obviously not. Just look at the number of missiles—you're not even on the same level. Canada has over 9,000, while America has only a little more than 300!" "A little more than 300?" Amelia smiled slowly. "But do you know exactly how many more?" "Well... I don't know the exact number, but it's definitely not as many as Canada." Gam

Everyone in the Blood Moon pack is whispering that Alpha Cassian Ward only allows his pack to spend ten dollars a day. Yes, ten dollars. It's not a pack tradition, nor a decree from the elders. The rule comes from his new financial planner, Mira Langford. Even as Luna, the moment they discover I've spent a single dollar more—on medicine, no less—they drag me out and whip me 20 times in public. By the second lash, my back splits open, blood soaking through my skirt.

After the commotion subsided, Howard's cold voice echoed from the video. "Marlena! Stop with your schemes. Can't you see how terrified Sue is? I'll deal with you later for hiring people to kidnap her." The video went silent for a few minutes after that. Suddenly, one of the thugs exploded with rage, landing a punch squarely on Xander's temple and yelling hysterically, "That idiot only gave us 20 million and left us with these two useless burdens! What are we supposed to do now?" The suppressed, suffocating tension of violence erupted in the factory all at once.

I added needing a sex drive free area so I could continue decorating. "What is 10 minutes going to do?" Starr asked as he began kissing my neck and I smiled hating that I was currently the center of attention. It was hard enough turning down one of them. "20 minutes," Starr corrected making him chuckle as she began undoing my jeans. "Later," I promised feeling Jason's member growing beneath me. "The pick up for the cake is at two," I reminded and Jason pulled away, I watched as their gazes met, both of them having a silent conversation.

"You are delusional." "Am I?" I stepped closer, lowering my voice but keeping it loud enough for every phone in the room to catch. "Then explain the five billion dollars, Celeste. Explain why Dominic Ford, a man who did not even have your phone number a month ago, suddenly decided to invest five billion dollars in your little laboratory. Do you really think people are stupid? Do you think they cannot connect the dots?" Pat looked completely shocked, her mouth open, her eyes darting between us like she was watching a tennis match. "Celeste, what is she talking about?"