All You Wanna Do Six Novels & Stories

I was like in my mind I'm singing why you're so obsessed with me boy I wanna know hahaha obsessed the fuck. Okay hoooh amber calm down don't act weird okay just act normal don't show him you are blushing! Wait inhale exhale hoooh! Hmmm okay one, two, three. Ahhmm really! Why? I said. I don't want to say too much words I can't respond too much I need to act like I'm not interested at him and not affected on this kind of flirting strategy. Have you already forgotten? He asked. Like man yes I forgot what the heck are you talking about? Just tell me straight to the point I hate circumstances.

A perfect representation of us. “Marry me.” Silence. The world around us blurred. The café, the people, the glances from Steve, Katrina, and Carlos, it all faded into the background. My lips parted, but no sound came out. Nathan’s lips quirked into that signature smirk of his, but there was a flicker of nervousness in his eyes. “If you need time, I—” “Yes.” I didn’t even let him finish. “Yes, Nathan. A million times yes.”

"Betty, it's not her fault. I just don't want to marry her anymore." Betty paused. She seemed unable to believe I would say such a thing. It was clear that deep down, she also felt that I was not good enough for Rachel. "Luke, are you... Are you serious?" My smile remained unchanged. "Yes, Betty. I don't want to live here anymore. I plan to go to Texon and work. Once I'm married, I'll have responsibilities. A man should always strive for his career." Betty fell silent. She stared at me, her eyes filled with doubt. However, she slowly nodded after a while.

Ni saenggangman gadeukhaetji harujoengil Oneul bamkkaji ni hwansange jam mot irugetji Hollo All night girl I think about you all night girl Naeirimyeon geudael boge dwae And I don't know what to say Neoreul mannaneun Sunday Gidaryeowatdeon Sunday (How we do how we do How we do uh yeah) Sigana jogeumman ppalli dallyeojwo Neoreul mannaneun Sunday Sangsangman haetdeon someday Oneureun hansumdo mot jal geot gata Jakku geoureul bogo Gwaenhi simjangi ttwieo I don't wanna say no more Feel like I don't wanna say no more (I know) oh neon (I know) mandeureo Nae maeireul yeonghwacheoreom Yojeumen nan neul Sunday Haruharu tto Sunday (How we do how we do

I can't waste my time idling away in Hawaii in the name of honeymoon. The king laughed, "Idling away you say? Bastian, even when you are here, you don't go to the company every day so what are you saying? You are officially off the company for six weeks. I have made all the arrangements. Even your honeymoon suite has been paid for."

I leaned against the tile, legs spread, letting them work. Fifteen dropped to his knees, licked my clit while Sixteen pressed behind me, cock hard against my ass. I reached back, stroked him. “Fuck me,” I said. “Both of you. Right here.” They didn’t need telling twice. Fifteen stood, lifted one of my legs, slid into my pussy slow. Sixteen lubed up (someone had brought more), pressed into my ass. Another DP—this one standing, water pounding down, steam thick. The heat, the slickness, the way their cocks moved in tandem—it was overwhelming. I came again, hard, screaming into the spray. They finished on my tits—hot spurts mixing with water, running down my stomach.

Fiona shoved Ryker in, and I trailed after them. Six years had passed. So much had changed. The sea of roses at the villa entrance had long been torn out. Most of the furnishings inside had been replaced, and everything now belonged to Ryker. There wasn’t a single trace of me left in the entire house. "Fiona, if he never shows up, maybe don’t make things harder on yourself." "No!" Fiona cut him off immediately. "This is what Xavier owes you! Why should he get to hide in there for six years while you ended up crippled?! Xavier will spend the rest of his life making this up to you!"

Dave went next, this time in her ass, pushing in deep and adding his load to the mess already running out. They told her to push it all out—onto the floor, onto her stomach, into her hands. Then they made her taste it again, scooping the warm, thick mix with her fingers and bringing it to her mouth while the camera watched. "Beg for facial now," Alex said. She did right away: "Cover me in cum, please…" They all stood around her. Six cocks jerked above her.

"Tell her to keep dreaming! That agreement is fake! I don't believe she can do anything. Take her down!" I let out a quiet sigh. If that was his answer, then there was nothing left to say. Three minutes later, a 24-page PDF hit the internet. Unity Holdings shot straight to the top of the trending list. When Paul saw it, he collapsed back into his chair.

"So what? You don't even have the gene. You think love makes you enough? With your background? You're not fit to be his wife. You'll get him killed." Dario jumped in front of her like he was protecting some helpless baby deer, eyes full of fire. "Vanessa Venier, that whole gene thing? Total scam. You bought it from some rando scammers! I'd never marry someone that toxic." Serena clung to him, all shaky and fake-innocent. "Vanessa, you said you were letting us be together. Why are you blowing things up now?" The crowd started murmuring, their looks slicing right through me.