Cantarella Kaito Novels & Stories

She could imagine how tiny her hands would be if placed on them. Her eyes moved away from his biceps and continued their journey down to his long legs. He stood at a height of about six feet and some inches. 'If I were to kiss him, I would have to stand on my toes, and he would still have to bend his head to meet my lips' she thought and bit her lips seductively. The man stared at her; he was angry and confused. He wore a black baggy trouser that matched his white singlet. “Hello?” he called in his deep masculine voice. Caitlyn was too lost, she thought the voice came from a distant place. Though, she loved how soothing the voice sounded.

I feel Sabastian and Jaden follow my gaze. Jaden cackles menacingly and Sabastian looks concerned when neither of them answer. “That kitten is Elio Van De Vord of the Crimson Moon pack,” and I feel a shudder go through my body. Kara has a faint blush on her cheeks as Elio steps away from her.

“I can tell he’s already into me…all we need is a little time alone.” “The bike is ready,” Milo said, turning to her. “You should go now.” Catarina stood up. She was dressed perfectly. A tiny crop top and short denim shorts cut so high that they barely covered her butt. And the crop top sat on her chest alone, no bra supporting it. I was certain Alx wouldn’t find it easy to ignore her. Catarina grabbed the bottle and took a long drink straight from it. “I need to be a little high,” she said with a laugh. “It’ll make this easier.”

Eleni I struggle to tamp down my libido as Dante pulls me out of the sculpture gallery. Cal Duncan? Here? With all the champagne, I forgot the day started with his name. For all my research, I haven’t been able to find a picture of the guy, so I have no idea who to look for in the crowd of well-dressed partygoers. “Mr. Cattaneo.” A man with deep red hair and a lilting Irish accent steps into our path. “And Ms. Calimeris. What a pleasant surprise.”

Heitor I wasn't just referring to the body. How could Bernardo keep jumping from branch to branch like that? "I have invitations for that pagode band you like, Catarina," he said, ignoring my words. "I believe there's a mistake," I pointed out. "Catarina doesn't like pagode. It must be someone else, and you're confused." "Bernardo is right about me liking Pagode and also about my favorite band having a show in Rio tonight," Catarina explained surprisingly. "But I'll decline your invitation, Bernardo. If Heitor wants to join you guys, I can easily take a taxi."

And in her heart, Caramel cursed that Kenzo was the most bastard man in the world. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ See you 👋 ~Next Chapter~

“But don’t worry, you’ll figure that out in no time.” Creeped out, I took a step back, putting distance between us. I hated how he was speaking to me; it was frightening. But at the same time, I couldn’t stop my mind from making up fantasies about this guy, either. “K-Keane,” Kasey said, and she looked so frightened to even speak his name that I almost laughed. “Carter wanted me to show her around.” “Sure,” Keane breathed, flashing a smile at me. As we stood facing each other, he reached into his pocket for a cigarette, slipping it between his lips before pulling out a lighter and lighting it. He took a long, hard drag and blew the smoke into my face.

Dante said calmly “I believe that we have organized it well enough for you to be satisfied alongside the other partners, shareholders, and ‘friends’. Don’t worry, we won’t have a sniper pointed at you, by the way” Giovanni clenched his fist, but said nothing as he took a step back, followed by another man, and judging by Leo and Aunt Gabriella’s glares, I could tell that it was Mattia. The men walked toward a table, and nodding at the bartender, the man brought them two glasses.

His death became a forgone conclusion the moment he betrayed the cartel, therefore there's no reason for me to pull my punches. He screams in pain, his agony rending the evening, interrupting the haunting Cuban music that'd been playing in the background. I release his arm to hang limply by his side, step around the front of him and send my knee into his face. He's kind enough to hunch forward as I bring my knee up, increasing the impact. I've worked enough guys over in my life to know exactly what kind of damage I've done. His front teeth are now in the back of his throat and his navel cavity is caved in. I'm happy. His screams have become gurgles and I can hear the music again.

Hank smiles back. “Well… you seem like a smart guy. - Thank you, very nice ... No, like this leg, and then like this. Yeah. - But I can dance ragga ... Are you ragga? White girl dancing ragga? I want to see it,” Hank demands. “Easy… Find me a Skindred.” She takes a sip from her neck and she does a couple of gentle, cat-like movements as she warms up. She's not graceful... - It? the guy asks as some pretty aggressive reggae metal starts pouring out of the speaker. The music unpleasantly reminds him that this Russian magnet actually has two boyfriends tattooed down the throat, labbing and growling something even more aggressive ... And even a child seems to be ...