Curt Nod Mga Nobela at Kwento

My throat closed with tears “Please don’t leave us.” His gaze flickered to Axel and Zarek. “Take care of her.” “You don’t have to tell me that old man” Curtis smiled faintly, then coughed, his body shuddering as he went still. A sob tore from my chest as I collapsed against him, my hands curling my fist into his blood-soaked shirt. Curtis was gone. And Varda had won.

“No, it’s nine o’clock! Blaine is damn near dead on his feet in here. He’s been here since eleven last night. And Lawrence has the day off.” “Shit,” Curt said. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He clicked off and put his cell back on the nightstand. He whipped the sheet off, hoped out of bed, and picked up his underwear. Luckily, he had clean under drawls and a uniform at the station. He could shower and change there. His pants were draped over the pole of the sex swing in the middle of the room. He snatched them up and pulled them on. -------

“Don’t thank me yet. I’m a brutal tutor.” He laughed genuinely. “I’m counting on it.” He gave me one last look then nodded. “See you tomorrow, tutor.” “See you,” I murmured. He was weird. Not weird weird like in a bad way. He was just… different. And I wasn’t sure if that was good or if it was just another complication I didn’t need right now.

He groaned, crossing his little arms over his small chest. “Pick someone better to copy. Renato is not exactly a model citizen.” Chocolate snorted, obviously enjoying the back and forth Curtis and I were engaging in. Curtis tilted his head to one side, huffing. “He's my model citizen.” Chocolate’s smile softened as she looked at him. “That’s cute.” “Don’t encourage him,” I muttered.