Cupid Jack Stauber Romane & Geschichten

He has turned me into a crazy lover although I know that he can never be mine because we are two worlds apart. He is an international celebrity when I'm just a low class girl and I really hate it. I hate the fact that he can't be mine, but I won't stop loving him. I'm still single at the age of twenty two because of him and I don't mind it at all. He is Jake Austin, a famous singer and dancer. He is also a model and a businessman who has made a lot of fortune in his life at such a young age. He is so rich and powerful that he is considered one of the world's richest young men.

Especially when he pressed his lips into a firm smile and nodded several times at Santi. Santi guffawed and didn't look at Gabby anymore as he turned his attention to Jackie, "How about you, girly? What's your job? Do you work on gay bars? Or a stand up comedian?" He paused, "Ah! You're someone who pays for a guy in exchange of--"

Nothing seemed out of ordinary. Stefen gave a glass of coffee to Jack as he took a sip from his own cup. “So?” “So what?” “You look good today.” “I was never bad.” “Really J?” Stefen rolled his eyes. “You still want to be the cool one?” Jack avoided to play along and sipped his coffee. “So, whom are you staring from up here, any target you’re trying to shoot?” Stefen spoke trying to indulge Jack into a conversation. “Just the people.”

The camera panned down to the helipad of the Sterling Tower—the building Jack had built, the symbol of his power, now occupied by his shadow. Cain stood in the center of the helipad. He wore a suit identical to the one Jack had worn the day he took the company public. But Cain wore it differently. There was a looseness to his posture, a terrifying, languid grace. The wind whipped his hair, but he didn't blink. In his hand, he held a small, wooden object. A carved wolf. "Citizens of the world," Cain began. His voice was Jack’s voice, but smoothed over, stripped of the gravel and the warmth. It was perfect. Synthetic. "My name is Jack Sterling. Or at least... that is the name you know."

She turned around to see if her window was open. The window was closed. She looked around her apartment and then gasped. A shining white light was growing on the ceiling of her room. From this light, a tall white robed man was slowly descending into her room. A strong warm breeze that smelled of ocean and salt filled her nostrils. He landed on the ground, wearing brown sandals, with brown hair. He kicked his sandals together to remove the sand that was intruding on them under his feet. He smiled at her with a warm welcoming face. "Hello I am Cupid the god of Love, and I am here to help you find your special person, thank you for agreeing to my assistance"

she cups her A cups "let's go have fun you look hot " Twenty minutes later we pull up at club Fantasy I called Devon to meet meet us by door I put my hands around his waist as soon as I see him he turns around all 6'feet of him "Hi gorgeous" he plants a kiss on my lips sending a buzz all over my body tonight is going to be fun I can't wait.

The veins in his arms were showing as he touched my legs, parting them further as if I wasn’t yet open enough to him. I saw him walk to the cabinet, when he turned to me, fiery and dangerous eyes appeared. There was a stick on his hand, a silicon was on its end. I am not familiar with that thing, and I think it does not matter at all. What matters is that Jacob shove his cock in my wetness and fuck me hard. “Whose whore are you?” Jacob asked as he was running the stick on my legs. “You… ughh!” I didn’t complete my sentence because before I could even say it, Jacob already whipped the stick on my legs.

"I told you my feelings about Jack, and that's not going to change no matter what you say or anyone else so you may as well get used to it." "Why don't you see it? Jack's savage and killed so many people ruthlessly. Let's assume for one goddamn minute that there's a miracle and he somehow wakes up from the coma and let's say they do catch this killer, what then? You're going to start dating killers now?" "He's not a psychopath and he's not a killer! Stop saying that. Jack was being framed and that's the only reason he's slipped into this coma in the first place."

Infact, she was a big bet to begin with, one that would increase his rank in the gang at our school that raised their shoulders to superiority anthems. Jack was not a bad person. He was just a normal teenager who was striving to be the best; only the best. The day he took the bet to woo Chidera was the day he made a vow to stop breaking the hearts of girls. As he stood at the school gate watching her from afar as she smiled at every person she waved, he knew what he had to do. He was the school ‘Playboy’ after all. A simple smile and a welcoming hand shake was all he needed to display his perfect formula. Even the nerdy ‘Einstein’ boy in his class called Vick could not stop his pleasant pois

"Jack, do you know why Serena chose Matthew? Because Matthew has the ability to protect him, and you, you've been pinched by your own family, pinched by the Winters family, you can't even protect your love, let alone protect her personally, you can't fight Matthew, and now that you've been dumped by Serena, as long as you're with me, I'm definitely not going to give him any more trouble in the future, okay? " Sophie's eyes were full of infatuation, she loved this man since she was a child, she grew up with him and before she could confess, he suddenly told her that he had a crush on someone. Jack was popular from a young age, he was gentle and thoughtful and very caring, and there were many