Congo Novels & Stories

"I told you we escaped through a drainage lot. I told you Dante got hurt. But I never mentioned my arm. I haven't even let the medic touch it yet. How did you know it was broken, Congo?" Congo's eyes snapped to the rearview mirror, his brow furrowed as a dark, defensive anger flushed across his face. "What exactly are you trying to say, Sophia? How dare you even think I would want to endanger my brother's life?" "I'm just asking a question, Congo," I said, my voice tight, refusing to back down under his glare. "How did you know?" "I am his brother, Sophia!" Congo sh

And Babi questions Edu ironically. — Since when are you so manly? I even believed... — Oh, how dull, Dona Barbara! I had to defend our friend from this crazy bitch. Come to think of it, she's a snake, cows are cute and sacred animals in India, and they still produce milk... On the other hand, snakes only squirt venom! [...] — Have you ever thought about the possibility that this whole story is a big lie, or a misunderstanding? — Edu asks. — Maybe, but there's still the fact that he tells about Dani . How can it be a misunderstanding?

CLEMENTINE’S POV I was walking with this demon named Chris in the village. He’s telling me what he wants to happen. He said that he agreed to be one of my concubines and spare me and listen to everything and anything that I want once I killed my dad, but that is only when I killed my dad. I already know that Marcus told them that I am in the village because I told him to tell them anywhere I go, but only when I told him to.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

Valen rumbled. Confused, I thought he’d spoken to me, but then I saw Konah, covered in dark yellow scales, not quite golden in color. He, too, wore only pants. How the hell were they doing that? “He is yours,” Konah agreed and my delirious mind wanted both of them to keep speaking so I could bask in the richness of their voices. Not helping brain!

Lilly spoke up softly as if trying to soothes her elder sisters heart ache. Champagne's brows knitted together and she rolled her eyes. Explain.. What the hell are they going to explain? How they had the best sex behind her back. Her blood was boiling wildly Champagne's green eyes searched quick around the room and caught sight of the vase by the door. She had given him that blue vase.. Yet he can fuck another woman without thinking of her reaction for a minute. Champagne walked towards the vase, she took it in her arms and stared at it for a while, memories flashed in front of her.

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

Don Torento raised an eyebrow, Amanda looked away from him quickly, she wanted to slam her palm on her forehead for saying something stupid. Don Torento was looking at her like he wanted to tear her limbs to limbs, she gulped. "S—sorry, I say stupid things sometimes."

“Where else have you been?” “It’s more of where I haven’t been,” he replied. He also reached over and picked up a spring roll. It crunched as he bit into it. “I’ve been just about everywhere.” I raised my eyebrows. “Where?” “You want me to list them?” He took a deep breath and squinted one eye. “Botswana, Cameroon, Ghana, Kenya, Lesotho, Malawi, Mozambique, Nigeria, South Africa, Swaziland, Rwanda, Seychelles, Sierra Leone, Uganda, Tanzania, Zambia, India, Malaysia, Pakistan-”

Imagine what I feel. “Okay, I suppose you know who I am” There's something so fucking familiar about this man, I just can't point my finger at it. I nod at his words. “We wanted to discuss business with you, we're seeking a partner to extend our business” “What Business?” “Weaponry, we sell different weapons, and we own them in different parts of the world” “Hmm, where are you from originally?” “Italy” Roman answers smoothly, his fingers digging into my side, that is going to leave a mark. I have a feeling he doesn't know he's doing that.