Bisou Mga Nobela at Kwento

So I decided to put on mascara and lip gloss. I'm wearing a ditsy floral split thigh shirred bodice dress with white thin strap ankle strap chunky heeled sandals. I finally reached downstairs and I bumped into Théo. He turned to me with a wide smile and pulled me into a hug. "Happy birthday." Pulling away from the hug I smiled sarcastically then harshly kicked Théo on the leg. He screwed his eyes shut and hissed. "Con." I spat bitterly then strolled my way to the living room. [French Translation: Asshole.]

I needed. "You have such beautiful tits Princess......and they are all mine and mine alone" His guttural whisper had my stomach clenching almost to the point of pain. I put my own arms around his waist and tried to press closer to him but his hold on me stopped the advance. Without another word he bent his head, and before I could wonder what he was doing, one of my nipples was covered in wet warm lips. A sizzling bolt of electric pleasure ran through my whole body and I cried out....

“We just had a couple of very nice conversations. That's it.” “Sure.” I gave her a nice smile. “User name and password?” “HarpStrings and GonnaFindMeSomeLUV!23,” Rosie rattled off, emphasizing the capital letters. At least she had picked a decent password. I wasn't so sure on the user name, but it was too late now. Rosie chewed on her lower lip as she unconsciously rubbed her belly. Her dark brows were pulled together in fear that I'd still be mad.“Are we okay?”

He is wearing a white shirt, loosely buttoned, sleeves rolled. He’s holding the wheel, pointing and laughing, shit he’s laughing. He looks amazing, his dark eyes sparkling. Then he holds his arm out, beckoning someone to join him. I just about make out the word ‘Sparkle’. Who the hell is called Sparkle? A slender frame, wearing a vile, jolly bright pink sarong and bikini runs into his arms. I can’t see her face because of their long, ice white hair. I see the long thick scar running down her hip and right thigh though, silvery and fading. But Briss kisses her with utter devotion. His arms wrap around her waist, pulling her close and I can’t look away.

It's muggy anyway. He tosses me a set of keys. I run my fingers over the familiar ridges and grin. I blow him a kiss. "Just the car I wanted to drive," I sigh happily, tossing him the cloth. "Catch you in the morning," I call to him over my shoulder as I head for the exit. And there she is, my Bugatti La Voiture Noire. This beautiful car rides like butter and is slick as hell. The best time to drive it is at the dead of night. I need a good getaway car without all the attention.

“Kiss the person to your left for fifteen seconds. Tongue optional but encouraged.” The person to Lisa’s left was a girl named Sofia—brunette, shy smile, already tipsy. Sofia’s eyes went wide. Lisa didn’t hesitate. She turned, cupped Sofia’s jaw with one hand, and pulled her in. The kiss was slow, deliberate, performative—lips parting, tongues visible for half a second before Lisa tilted her head and deepened it. Sofia made a small surprised sound, then melted into it. Fifteen seconds felt like forever.

The hand reaching out to brush wet strands from his face was what snapped him out. Taiga’s eyes lifted. Maya’s touch was gentle, simple, like moving hair away from a bruise. Taming his scent, he smiles, brushing his fingers on tigas cheeks before diving in for a quick kiss. Taiga returned the gesture. It was slow and sweet, filled with understanding and resonance instead of the usual lust and haste.

The newcomer purrs in a seductive voice, gently closing the almost ruined door behind her. Edward cocks his head slightly, more out of confusion than anything else. “Isabelle?”

Her body filled with goosebumps just by his mere touch. Alexander Smirked looking at her. "Così fottutamente sensibile" (So fucking sensitive) He mumbled. His one hand travelled towards her lips and another towards breasts at the same time. He traced her parted lips and placed his thump in her mouth. Bella moaned when he gently pressed her boob making her grab on his arm. Her tongue automatically wrapped around his thumb and Alexander hardened in his pants. "Fuck" He cursed looking at this hot mess. Bella's eyes got snapped open when he cursed and she quickly stepped back realising what she was doing.

She leaned against the counter, her body angled toward him, her eyes heavy with desire as she took a sip from her glass. Helios couldn’t resist. He stepped closer, his hand finding her waist as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss. The taste of champagne and strawberries lingered on her lips, a heady combination that only fueled his desire. She responded eagerly, her free hand tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing against his.