Code Red Books Novels & Stories

I had used him once or twice to finance my hunts with his knowledge. We slapped each other's backs, and I stepped into the party. As usual, people kept passing wraps of coke and some other compliment drug around. The chicks had already gotten freasky, some of them had their tops off. I sighted Clarrisa giving a random guy a lap dance, but her eyes were pinned on me. Too bad, no one ever told her -- the whole 'get him jealous' thing never worked on me, if anything, it only made me lose interest real quick. I pulled the redhead closest to me to my side, and she wasted no time, but began a slow grind against my body to the rhythm of the beat.

I scoffed quietly. The same words, the same actions, the same expression. Blood poured from below her belly, staining the seat of my Ferrari. "Madeline! Please hold on, it's a red light!" Madeline clutched her belly, her voice rising in a sharp, piercing tone. "Matt, are you trying to kill me? You've got to run the red light! I can't take it anymore!" I twirled my finger absentmindedly on the steering wheel. "Madeline, running the red light is illegal and I'll get a fine. We should be good citizens, right?"

With everyone clinking glasses filled with sparkling cider and champagne, the wedding was amazing. It was a beautiful day. One full of new beginnings and quiet endings, of joy layered with unspoken goodbyes. And as the ocean creatures floated peacefully behind the glass, so too did the weight of old love sink gently beneath the surface, making space for something new to rise. This is the end of No More Regrets, Book One in the Redemption Series. Please check out my next book, Without Warning Book Two in the Redemption Series. This next story is the story about Knox, who went through a severe trauma in his past, and Sienna is a unlikely, curvy size 12 plus-sized plain Jane who manages togethe

"In business, the competition will bite you if you keep running; if you stand still, they will swallow you." - Victor Kiam - Dallas Demitri Ortega - I read the proposal carefully, taking in every detail. It was a big deal, and I needed to make sure that everything was in order. The clients were looking to partner with my company, and they were offering a large sum of money in exchange for a stake in the business. I couldn't help but be intrigued.

Her face flushed and I was sharp to detect the anxiety rolling down to her face as a furrow. My cock felt the strong pulsation and blood circulation was high too. Once again she made me hard with my scenario of her being fuck by me. " You belong to colors, Cupcake. " I caressed her pale skin and she brutally flinched but relaxed against my touch. " Your whole life belongs to colors. Black is for me but the world's all bright colors are yours. Give me that color that doesn't belong to you. Give it to me. " I whispered before opening the caps of the colors.

It wasn't until I heard that person ask if i'm ok that I turned around, then I met a man, who now I call my husband. The sound of a bell ringing above my head as I opened the door greeted my ears. I snapped my eyes up to view my surroundings and I was instantly shocked. What I thought to be a small run-down coffee shop could be considered a diner or such. The appearance on the outside makes the place seem small, stiff, and old. However, the site had made me gaping like a starfish. It was vibrant inside, filled with many colors. As soon as I stepped inside, I was faced with a bar that ran from the front to the side with a menu right behind it. The counter had marble and was decorated in blue

Her soft thigh brushing mine underwater. The way her full tits rose and fell with that sharp little gasp. Fuck. At thirty-three, I had built a successful tech startup, fucked my share of beautiful women, but none of them compared to her. Emily. Ryan’s wife. My best friend’s wife. The one woman I was never supposed to want this badly. Her body was a goddamn masterpiece—those heavy, perfect breasts, the way her wide hips swayed when she walked, that juicy ass I’d jerked off thinking about for years. And those hazel eyes that pretended to be innocent while hiding filthy secrets. I knew she felt it too. The air crackled whenever we were near each other.