Belly And Conrad Prom Novels & Stories

I race over and ask him, "What is it?" He takes a deep breath and braces himself. "Conrad is missing. He never returned home from the gala". Liam is right behind me, and I can feel the panic building up within him. "What do you mean missing? He has Connor and Murdock with him. Have they come back?".

I told him and disappeared. I cleanse myself on the stream. My cloak and sword were neatly placed on the big rock beside me. The cold water is soothing as I splash them in my arms and face. Few meters away, the Terra Hella knights are lying down on the mattress they prepared, they're now snoring. Conrad and Connor are sitting side by side opposite them. Connor is drinking the rum he requested. I can feel him glancing at me from time to time. Conrad is just staring blankly at the bushes, feeding himself with pasta, Angelus insisted we bring.

"You two are still involved in the Cold War, Mrs. Conrad and Mr. Conrad. You are familiar with his personality. Every day, he thinks of you. If not, he would not..." Stella grinned as she turned to face her. "The Cold War is not ongoing. We are already divorced." The servant was shocked to hear that. She had no idea that they had found themselves in such a dire predicament. Stella had packed her other items and dragged the baggage downstairs while the servant was still dazed. Despite not needing to relocate anything, the moving business staff nevertheless came to assist her. Stella gave them her money and walked away. ~~~~~~~~ Conrad Organization. Nathan rapped on the CEO's office door.” I a

I could hear the surprise in his voice when I called him, but I told him that I would spare him the details of my whereabouts, and he immediately obliged. Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket, and I hurriedly grabbed it and put it in my ear. "Alpha, Conrad is staying at an inn on the park's East side." "Good. Can you tell what he's doing?" "No. But I doubt he'll be leaving anytime soon." I smiled to myself and thanked Eric for the information, but the line went dead. Conrad was vulnerable; from what I was told, he had only gone with one of his aides. He was completely unprotected; this was my time to strike.

Chase rolls his eyes pointing at him and Karla. “We are blood related first cousins chill out I have my mate you have yours” Conrad walks out in nothing but a towel beads of water running down his naked torso. “Oh did I interrupt a moment here or is this a swingers meet up cos I’m down for that” Chase pinches the bridge of his nose while Destin protectively pushes Karla behind him. “What the fuck faith who’s the demon” “That’s Conrad his a friend okay I would be dead if it weren’t for him”

No time for real breakfast today — just an apple from the kitchen would have to do. I walked quietly down the hallway, hoping the apartment was still empty. But as soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks. Conrad was already there. He stood at the counter with his back to me, blending something in the noisy blender. He was wearing only a pair of loose black basketball shorts that hung dangerously low on his hips. No shirt. His back was wide and strong, muscles shifting under his smooth, tanned skin every time he moved. When he turned around to pour his drink, I saw everything — his hard chest, six-pack abs, and that deep V-line disappearing into his shorts. A few drops of s

There was no use crying over spilt milk. “Momma, momma," Noah called, jumping on the marble floor. “I'm hungry." "Alright, dear. Let's go down for dinner.” I carried him up in my arms and left the room. As I reached the dining room, I saw Conrad there, eating. I stopped, glancing at him. His short black wavy hair covered his forehead as he ate. He had perfect features and he wasn't so bad. Not as bad as the other rich men out there.

He saw the man surfing on the door, gliding further down gracefully. “This… This is a God of War! No doubt about it! The outskirts are in deep trouble!” cried the pilot. - At the same time, about ten miles away from the outskirts… A few Toyota Prados arrived. A man stood on top of the car in front, his arms crossed. It was Conrad. He took a huff of his cigar with an annoyed expression. “What the hell is going on with Salem? “How is he planning to get here? I was asked to fetch him here, too…

Roderick sat on the edge of his king-sized bed in the master suite of the penthouse, the city lights twinkling far below the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was past 7:30 PM, and the exhaustion from the day weighed heavily on his shoulders. His laptop was open on the bedside table when a notification from Ten popped up. He clicked it open. The screen filled with several photos and a short video clip. Conrad was captured at one of the southern seaports, speaking closely with a group of rough-looking merchants near their boats.