Carl Azus Novels & Stories

That should come with warning labels. Suddenly my core clenched with anticipation, but at the same time, fear of pain flooded my mind. Lorenzo’s hands started rubbing my ass, digging his fingers in with force and domination, like he was searching for the best angle to hold me while he buried it in me. My back arched when he slid down my crack, slipping fingers under the thong and rubbing my ass directly, then my slick pussy. “Sshh, you’re so wet... were you like this while you were explaining the price of the Arganza?”

He winked before sliding his thumbs in his waistband, slipping his shorts off as Celeste turned her head, but not before we caught a glimpse of his cock. “Holy shit that was-“ Celeste gasped. “Huge. That was fucking huge.” I finished her sentence, mentally picking up my jaw from the floor. Before we could fully process the enormity (pun intended) of what we just saw, Julius was standing before us in wolf form.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

I need to get to the bottom of this and asap. The next morning, we are received by the same mayhem. Russell is up before sunrise and training. Caleb is at it again, instigating and getting Russell and Fred worked up. By the afternoon, Russell finally gets a break, but I fear it's not enough for him to rest. Caleb has been overworking him with one practice after another.

Ava asked. “Yes, ma’am” one of them replied and Ava nodded as she brought her camera to her eyes and started taking a few snapshots of the surroundings. She checked the pictures she took and nodded satisfied. Ava’s breath got hitched in her throat as soon as Carl stepped out of the changing room. He wore a white Adidas cardigan and blue and white Adidas sneakers. He was actually an ambassador for Adidas. He totally looked like an eighteen-year-old boy as he adjusted the sneakers. Ava chuckled as he stood upright and walked towards the shooting area. Ava followed him and tried to keep her eyes off him even though she was failing miserably.

The day went by with me relaxing by the pool but not swimming since the second I started to take off my shirt to swim in my bra and biker shorts Igor and the hunch back of Notre Dame or other wise known and Ace and the ass hole Pablo who’s still salty from me fucking him uk when we first meet, told me they would lock me in my room and tell Calder if I tried. Again what kill joys. Now I’m chilaxing on the over stuffed chair in the living room when the front door opens and in stumbles Calder with some blonde chick tucked into his side. “Wow your place is so big, you must be super rich” the chick giggles as he brings her closer to his chest and wraps his arms around her waist. He groans and gru

Carl responded, his tone cold and remorseless. "You!" Ashley exclaimed, her fury boiling over as she lunged at Carl, sinking her teeth into his neck in a desperate attempt to strangle him. In an instant, Carl's goons intervened, pointing their guns at Ashley. "Stop!" Carl commanded, raising his hand, and his men reluctantly holstered their weapons. He forcefully pushed Ashley away, leaving her off balance. Before she could regain her composure, one of Carl's goons seized her hands, bending them behind her back.

His gaze rests on my lips and the vague memory of our kiss at the bar appears in my mind. How can I hate him so much, and at the same time feel so bad to kiss him? A few steps interrupt our conversation, which I don't even know where it was going to end. -Well, well ... Who would say that the bad guy Azael Grimm was involved with the geek Lailah Gozt? -Cara Styles enters through the door of the changing rooms with a denim mini skirt and a long-sleeved top that reveals her navel piercing.- What an illusion the poor thing- she murmurs looking at me. Without a doubt, if Cara were an animal, she would be a viper.- She thinks you're caught by her. -This time look at Azael. Then he lets out a pois

I felt safe. "Who are you?" Ashton asked. "It's none of your business." Cyrus said, his voice harsh and poisonous. "Carmela is my business." My best friend pulled me closer to him. "She is my business, so, back off!" He's rude. He's always been rude. He never treated anyone with respect. He never treated anyone like humans. Cyrus only cared about himself. He only cared about his pride and I hate it. Someone like him easily loses his patience, meaning, he'll lose control and end up hurting anyone that disobeys him. And seeing how Ashton is pushing him to his limits scares me.

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo. “On my mark, we are going to leave…”