Cuba Gooding Jr Gif Novels & Stories

CARTER’S POV This was the shit I was talking about. I felt good. Like so much had been removed from my shoulders and I could finally breathe. I could finally think clearly and I loved the feeling. This was the life I had been missing and a massive shoutout to the beautiful people of Cuba for making such amazing cigars. Alright, now I am really high. I laughed at my own thoughts, taking another long inhale before pausing it back to Larry who was already looking way too far gone for his own good.

His face, though only ten years old, was filled with despair. The werewolves watching Andrew’s memories gasped in horror, "Oh my god, it’s too painful, stop, he’ll die!" Alpha wolves from other packs furrowed their brows, "This is the so-called ‘hero’ from Moonshadow Pack? He’s a butcher! He clearly intended to kill that cub!" Ivy lunged at me, attempting to stop me, but how could she stop a mother wolf who had lost her cub? With a single motion, I could throw her aside!

Carter. *****************************************

The driver slammed on his breaks and whipped the gator around to face Mister, who was now standing in the middle of the trail with his arms flailing and cuss words flying out of his mouth. The driver sat still and stared Mister down in the most threatening way he could. Mister realized that this was not one of his drivers. He couldn't make out exactly who it was, but the guessed it was Caine. He guessed right. Caine locked his gaze onto Mister as Jason hooted and hollered and laughed like a hyena in the passenger seat. Caine revved the engine and laughed a little under his breath...and then he hit the gas. He laid the hammer down so hard that the gator sat and spun for at least twenty second

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

He's fucking smiling from ear to ear while he stepped out of the elevator. "See you again ms-who-loves-to-slap-my-handsome-face" he waved while smirking. The elevator is slowly closing and I'm still standing dumbfoundedly "What the fuck was that!" I asked myself "That maniac! I will kill him!" When I came back to my senses, I kicked the elevator with excessive force. Who the hell is he? He fucking stole a kiss from me! I'll make sure he will regret insulting me. Remembering his face and smile made me want to rip his lips from his ugly face.