Cutie Pie Novel By Bambam English Translation Novels & Stories

he rasped, pressing a tender kiss on my neck, his warm lips firm against my skin. I shuddered. “I… I did?” “Yes, Mai. And now, that number has gone up. Plus one.” “Plus one?” My voice was barely audible. “Yes.” He whispered, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, sending tingling sensations through my body. “Right now, I want to have my cock in your mouth and do everything I’ve imagined, Bambina.” “Bambina? What does that mean?” I asked. “Little girl. It means ‘little girl,’ because I want to make you mine. I want to put you on your knees in front of me and fuck your mouth so hard.”

My cheeks redden, and I was about to scroll past it. "That one, I like that one," Thane says, and I knew he simply wanted me burning red in embarrassment. I could do this. This passage was shorter than most, so I began: "Mr. Cutie wasn't as innocent as I thought him to be when we were in bed. He was going to try a different technique, fisting—he called it. I was a very naughty girl, and so I could make a wild guess, it wouldn’t be my first time getting a fist from a guy but I was soon to find out how pleasurable ‘Cutie’ could make this." I paused. I had read about this ‘act’ from previous passages, Thane had read a similar passage to me too... I remembered how embarrassed I had been when he

Mama Chika smiled. “Why?” He said taking the pie carefully from Rosalie. “Taste that and you’ll find out.” Mama Chika chuckled as Rosalie smiled. Brent looked at them both before taking a huge bite. He was on cloud nine, his favored flavor of pie. “How much of each am I picking up?” He asked as he savored the rest of the pie. Rosalie and Mama Chika smiled happily

Cassie is walking on the street with a bag full of frozen coconut slices in her hand. Hazel's grandma insisted Cassie take as much she can carry as and try her Buko Pie recipe at the first opportunity. If Cassie can't follow the recipe, she is always welcome to their house to try grandma’s pie anytime. They are the nicest people she has ever met, for real. Remembering their hospitality, Cassie reaches the garden of her home with a warm smile. While getting in, she glimpses at the house across the street, the place that witnessed her night full of sin and forbidden pleasure with its landlord.

Bitch. "One more thing, make sure to act normal in front of my parents. They could sense it right away when something dubious is going on." "Sure. Anything you need, babe." Chloe did her best to conceal annoyance by plastering a smile. An inorganic one. "So it's babe from now on? Smooth." He was so calm but his eyes glinted in irrepressible mischief. "Why? Don't you like it?" She shot back with a challenging, questioning stare. But Ira knew how to play his cards well. He hastily plastered his legendary charming smile, never breaking eye contact with her. His hot, risqué gaze lingered for quite long and the weight of his stare was seeping through her veins.

CAN’T BE TRUE’ her sub conscious replied. Start of flashback “Ohh.. God this is good but not like how maa (Mother) makes it” five year old Aisha said as she got up from her seat “Young lady I followed every step that is used in preparing a restaurant style ‘Raspberry pie’ but you.. you are still stuck on your mother praising” her Grandmother hissed “Yes! That’s because I just love its unique taste” Aisha said showing all her crooked teeth’s when “Baccha (Kid) are you talking about me?” Amrita questioned as Aisha and her grandmother both turned their head to look at Amrita miller “MOOoooomyy….” Aisha said as she made a run towards her mother “Your back.. your back..” young Aisha said in happ

Bamby was still talking to Clarissa when Laura emerged from the kitchen. “Worry? Why should I worry? Clarissa, you did not tell me we have a visitor?” Laura uttered. “Mama, I was supposed to call you in the kitchen and introduce you to Bamby. He is the model scout I told you about last time. He was the one who approached me to be a model six months ago.” Clarissa was trying to gather her strength while talking to her mother. “Well, hello Mama. I am Bamby Flores, a well-known beauty queen maker, model discoverer, and a big name in the fashion industry. I am so honored to finally meet the mother of my future superstar model.” Bamby introduced himself.

I placed the plate on the table, took out my cell phone and sent him a message: “Are you sure I’m tastier than chocolate pie?” He looked at the glowing screen of his own cell phone and read the message. He put a finger to his lips to hide his smile and looked at me with raised eyebrows. He quickly typed and sent: “Oh yes, Catarina, you are delicious, even more than this chocolate pie. And I know what you are doing, this is child's play! Save half of this pie for me.”

Ashley spoke her mind. But Jennie didn't want to listen to that part as she was convinced that she was right. "Yes and as your elder sister that you trust, I won't allow you to jump into a fire, okay? This isn't some sort of W*****d boy series with a nerd girl, okay? This is reality! The reality, Cutie Pie. You should wake up. You can find other guys out there that are better than him... someone who won't harm you unlike the Maniac..."

I cringed at the thought of Faith living here. I knocked on the door of her apartment but no one answered. She's probably still working. Then I heard small footsteps coming and a familiar scent of lilies hit my nose like a ton of bricks. Bambi. She came into my view. She was wearing an oversized sweater with jeans. Her blonde hair is up in a bun. She was looking down so she can't see me. "Ciao mio bambi" I said. She stopped in her tracks and looked up to see me. Her face was so pale and skinny that it looked like she hasn't eaten anything. Her eyes widen, it's filled with fear and sadness.