Chaunticleer Novels & Stories

She mumbled. Damien chuckled, taking a swig from the wine bottle in front of him. He stood up, walking behind her. Turning back, he leaned in, hovering over from her behind. " This is why I said we need to team up. If we had, that wouldn't have happened." He muttered, amusingly. Damien smelled of tobacco and wine, a sharp contrast to Gerald's expensive cologne. Scarlett grimaced, hating that he was right. Shifting uncomfortably on her seat, she turned to him.

She asks herself in anger. How dare she, this barbaric country girl, how dare she take my limelight? She frowns. Here they are, the talk of the whole of Italy since a month. Signor et Signora Achille Dellucci. Caitrona trembles at the countless eyes that was on her. Adonis took her to the side, rubbing her arm for relaxation. "Cait, let's introduce ourselves to Madamè Clelia Duilio first," "Oh, Adonis Dellucci is here..." The aged but still make-up beautiful lady walks closer from behind them with a smile and a glass to her hand. Her gown is a masterpiece.

The bullshit I feed people, I swear! Lucia, amore mio (my love*), stay here with me. Do not go with these strangers. Cazzo.(fuck*) I am pathetic. I do not even want to share her with kids anymore. My answer seems to disappoint her, and she returns to her guests. Once she is out the door, I listen and slide my desk chair toward the large bay window. Ah. Perfect. I can hear everything Lucia and her guests are talking about. I will never tell her that the sun is to represent me. I want the sun to be on her chest, near her heart. It is a fucking disaster.

I don't think I can handle another lingering gaze from him. The evening takes a dark turn as work becomes more intense and it seems a hundred people are calling my name at a time. But I somehow manage to remain composed, right until the moment I take a few steps away from a few customers and bump into someone. I turn around, hoping it's just one of my colleagues, only to find the guy from table six bent over the ground. When he straightens, Norah's vile of poison is in his hand, and the velvet napkin in the other. He wraps it with the napkin, handing it to me. "This fell from your pocket."

Their first date was terrible, embarrassing but they maintained their stoicism. "What?" "Nothing, it's just that no man has ever touched me before" Betty was closing her legs tightly So gone are those days "OK, we don't have to rush, we have all the time in the world" Dan said "Offcourse we do" Betty stood to go "So soon?" "My mum is coming back home early today, I can't afford a slight chance of her getting there before me, besides we are not married yet" Betty said walking away "Gone are those days mehn" Dan said

Alex said "That's true, but the problem is that we don't know the men, besides there were five men and what we are looking for is just four, we have two, removing our fathers, we have three left, now the question is who amongst them didn't have the mini-sculpture," Rachel replied. Alex rubbed his chin, nodding in agreement, "then I guess we'll have to go to our first clue," he replied. Rachel frowned, "what's our first clue," she asked. "Isn't it obvious, that we visit the haunted building," he replied, giving Rachel a great shock.

She could bet she felt some sparks in her when he forcefully kissed her and in between her thigh going all tingling. 'Beatrice! Come on!!' Her mind groaned as she snapped out of her fuzzy state. "Why am I even bothered?" She tsked after pressing the 'Enter' button. The page came up quickly and Beatrice found herself leaning closer on her table as she stared curiously at her MacBook, her eyes peering over the screen, a part of her praying he had a girlfriend and another part hoping he wouldn't. 'Ben Clarke, CEO of CLAK limited known to be one of the hottest and youngest Bachelors in New York.' She read on the screen and became confused why she felt a relief rush through her.

40 (Part 1) His Side Arthur’s Point of View The moment I open the door to our house, I had this feeling of uneasiness. I work late again today and my wife is alone in the house but I heard some weird noises as I approach our bedroom but when I was about to open the door my feet caught something in the floor and my heart started beating fast as I squat and look at the jacket that I know so much. It’s tangled up with my wife’s panties and the moment I open the door of our bedroom my world crashed.

Hot, salty, greasy fries that tasted like comfort. Then she drove. We didn’t talk much. The music was low, the windows slightly open. I watched the city blur past me, the tall buildings, the street vendors, the golden orange of late afternoon sunlight painting the tops of trees. Eventually, she turned off the main road and drove up a winding, quieter one. I looked at her and frowned gently. “Where are we going?” “Kliphill,” she said. “It’s where I go when my mind gets too loud.”

Only the clinking of silverware filled the silence, every scrape of knife against porcelain loud in my ears. Finally, Matthew broke it. His voice carried an almost playful edge as he swirled the wine in his glass. “So, Elena, tell us, what university did you attend and what exactly did you study?” Heat crawled up my neck. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted to mock me for attending a community college instead of some fancy ivy league. Even Hannah attended a decent university. Andrew’s fork froze midair. His voice was sharp when he spoke. “Don’t.”