Can The Real Slim Shady Stand Up นิยาย & เรื่องราว

For seven years I dated my brother's best friend, Kane Walker, in secret, and I planned to propose to him the night he won the championship. I followed the location Kane had shared with me on Life360 to the team's private lounge. Outside the door, I heard a teammate ask him, "Lillian is coming back. What are you going to do about that plus-size stand-in you keep at home?" Kane idly swirled his glass. "She can't control what she eats. Whose fault is that? These days, one look at the rolls of fat all over her body makes me lose my appetite." Someone laughed. "You don't like her? You touch the bracelet she gave you before every game, and no matter how late a road game ends, you still go home. W

While on the other side, the same happened to Tiny Slim as the last but at this time he was flaunting his defense with a mocking laughter. “HAHAHA! Hit me all you can, you little midgets! I will stand here and accept all your attacks! Come on! Is that the best that you can do? That barely felt a thing. You should all just surround me and give me a full body massage instead. HAHAHA!” Tiny Slim taunted the opponents that besieged him. A silver glow had entirely delimited his body from head to toe. Upon seeing his friend act like this, Maru just shook his head and smiled. Tiny Slim could really act freely the same as before while he was still chained by the endless cries of those who fell.

and as he began his reapproach with an ever-deepening sneer, Blue flattened against the wall in preparation. "Step back, Leitner," Blue's eyes brightened instantly as she turned to watch a man appear from the street—dark sunglasses, an unmistakable wedding band and a sneer she couldn't best if she tried. Before she could land a triumphant slap across the woman beater's shit-eating grin, he began to laugh a deep and somewhat maniacal chorus that instantly sapped Blue of any victory.

Shane is art. I’ve never just wanted to suck dick, but with Shane, I love it. I actually enjoy it. I want to slobber all over him. Gagging on his cock sounds like a good time. I was anxious, no, needy for it—for him. I clenched my thighs before lowering until I was on my belly. From this angle, I get a good view of his balls and the prominent veins that slither up his underside. His monster cock casts a shadow over me. I don’t know how he can sleep with his third leg pointing upward, but it was impressive.

“Ah, were you not expecting to see me? I saw so many missed calls on my phone and thought I'd better show up before you get married to Zade..” He said softly but I was more focused on his very beautiful face. He wore a see-through black silky shirt, nude color pants, black slippers, and his hair was packed in a ponytail style, he looked like the perfect role for a K-pop artist. “Where have you been Doug?” I walked close to him and gave him a very big hug. He hugged me back. He walked around my room like he was searching for God knows what. “Zade was here today, right?”

Sasha asked. "Oh," Brooklyn said and pulled a pair of killer black heels out. "Are you trying to kill yourself?" Alice asked, staring at Brooklyn's heels with wide eyes. Brooklyn smiled. "Not at all." She placed the heels on the ground and stepped into them, growing in height dramatically. "I think I'll stick to flats," Alice murmured, looking at her shoes. Brooklyn laughed. "You do that." Alice was wearing a simple black dressed and hugged her tightly and made her ginger hair stand out dramatically.

Sure enough, Ximena was not fibbing. "But seriously, what brings you here? You didn't come just because of him, did you?" Ximena teased, sneaking a peek at the podium. Shirag, in his plain white tee and black pants, did not need flashy bling to stand out. His every move radiated cool confidence. That easy smile of his? It came straight out of a teen novel—he was every girl's dream guy. Ximena rubbed her chin, pondering, "Mr. Colt's cute and all, but he's no match for your hubby. You can't be that lonely to go for second best, right?"

He probably thought she had stolen from the casino or something equally stupid and had gotten caught. Khalid stood below her on the ground. His face was in shadows so she couldn't see his expression, but there was no missing the cold fury that rolled off of him. He was more casually dressed tonight than usual, in black jeans and a leather jacket with thick leather boots. He reached a hand up and waited for her to take it. Closing her eyes briefly, Shania placed her hand in his and stepped to the ground. She had never noticed their height difference with such clarity as she did now. His extra inches of height and breadth lent to his air of menace. She closed her eyes and tried to calm her rac

Shayla swears I must have been Black in a past life. “’Oooo shit, she got you dude.” Dude number two said as I walked past him going up the stairs. “You for sale?” “Depends on who’s buying and if you can afford me, because I know I’m worth it.” I smacked my lips and looked at him. “Day-um dude.” “It’s like that Shorty?” “You already know it is. Don’t think I’m stupid because I’m white, I know how to deal with slick motherfuckas like you.” I pointed in their direction.

The second the last one locks the fight drains out of me making my body slump down in the seat. Four of the top five people I hate most in this world stand in front of me their shoulders brushing. Jeremy at least has the decency to look somewhat apologetic. Hunter looks disgusted. Shade's unmovable. His expression is void of any feeling but his eyes betray him. Shade isn't sorry, but he doesn't look pleased either. Ryder, however, looks like he's won. His eyes glint as he smugly drags his thumb across his lower lip before sucking the remaining blood it caught off.