Chalky X Broomer Novels & Stories

His brother Sindre is spread out on a divan, his short legs and dirty boots resting on the exclusive burgundy velvet fabric. "Good afternoon." Brokk raises the glass towards Lucifer and exposes a large mustard colored stain under his armpit before sculling the smooth amber contents. "We have some business to sort out," he continues, before releasing a noisy burst of air that echoes into the high, arched stone roof. “Pardon me.” He smiles contently. Lucifer closes the large double doors behind him to keep out any unexpected visitors. This is just too much. The two dwarfs behaving as if they owned his much-feared underworld.

I have a fortune worth more than ten billion dollars, and I showed up to my high school reunion in an old hoodie. Someone asked how I'd been doing. I gave them a pained smile. "Bad investments. I owe seven million." The words were barely out when the prom queen on my right quietly slid her chair away from me. The class president on my left clapped me on the shoulder, then turned around and went off to toast somebody else. I took in every expression in that room and played my part to the end. After it broke up, a transfer notice popped up on my phone. $100,000 received. Underneath it was a note. [This is all I have right now. Use it for the emergency. There's no rush to pay me back.]

“Can’t you keep your dick soft when you’re thinking of your Luna?” Smirking, I look down at the semi-hard cock in my pants. “What can I say, my Luna gets my engine revving.” “I want to die now,” Xavier groans. “There are a couple of silver bullets here, somewhere,” I say, then look at Brody. “To answer your question, she drank a lot. I’m not entirely sure how much, but...” “I thought as much,” Brody says. What are you driving at, Brod?”

The particular choreography of a city's ordinary Tuesday. "És molt bo, mama," she says. (He is very good, Mom — in Catalan, bo means good but carries the full weight of the word: good in character, good in the way that matters) Rosa is quiet for a moment. Then: "Then bring him home properly. Not for a conference. Home." "I will," Valentina says. "Soon." "Good." A pause. "I made the crema catalana (the Catalan custard dessert — see Chapter 10) for when you get back."

Raphael offered. The silence between us felt short but peaceful as we both walked. He was calm, lovely, unlike fucking Soren. Raphael alongside his elder brother Maddox; they were both Soren’s best friends. Except Raphael had always been the calmer one, and now that I was up close I could see… he was really handsome. Not hot like Soren, but up there as well.

Roman brushed my hair back tenderly. "Take me in your mouth Tiana. Slowly," he said, his voice low and commanding. I wrapped my fingers around the base and leaned forward. My lips parted and I took the head into my mouth tasting the salty precum on my tongue. I sucked gently, swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip. Roman groaned softly, his hand resting lightly on my head. I took him deeper inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat. Saliva gathered at the corners of my mouth and began to drip down my chin. My eyes watered but I kept going, hollowing my cheeks and bobbing my head in a slow rhythm.

He is hot, a breathtaking one. After the meeting, I found out that he is Damian Smith, the cyber security manager. I will have a personal meeting with him later after lunch and to be honest, I can’t wait to get to know him personally. After having a meeting with him, I can tell he is a good talent, my dad was lucky to find him. I saw he was so focused on the work, he kept things professional. I was hoping he might flirt or be interested with me, guess I am wrong.

“Mr. Kirk, my brother’s stomach isn’t great. I’ll drink this one for him.” Then I drained the glass in one go. Leon glanced sideways at me, his eyes unreadable. Round after round, I shielded him from every toast. The alcohol burned in my gut, blurring my vision until my body felt weak. Half-conscious, I felt someone’s arm wrap around my waist, a cold and familiar presence surrounding me. “If you can’t drink, don’t.” His low voice carried a trace of irritation. Leaning against his shoulder, I mumbled with a hazy smile, “I… I can handle it!”

She'd never had tea that felt almost creamy on her tongue with notes of caramel, apple and an unidentifiable floral element. Brodi's mouth went completely dry. Her groan had his wolf coming completely unglued. Not letting a growl of satisfaction escape took everything in him. All he could think about was what he could do to make her make that noise again…without tea being involved. He took a sip of the plain water Kelda had brought for him. "Aren't you going to have any of this marvelous tea?" Liv asked when she saw him sipping water. "None for him," Kelda responded before Brodi could answer. "Only for women. Besides, he is used to the altitude. He doesn't need it."

I shout as I exit the bar. "You're just going to leave like that?" Clylester questions as I start speaking in tongues. The broom in my grasp starts to float. I swiftly sit down upon it, clutching it tightly as I guide it up, far from the ground. I giggle. "Ofcourse not." I start to speak in tongues and the entire bar is set on fire. "Thought so." Cylester purrs as we fly through the sky on my broom.The cries of the burning wolves fades as we become distant. Feeling fire licking their skin must’ve forced them out of their paralyzation.