Novel & Cerita Dad

I really don't know what's funny. Jade's shorter than me. Latin American, olive skin, big green eyes and she's kinda pretty. She dresses in tight clothing sometimes and I'm always tempted to take her to a corner and tell her her choice of clothing is too tight. I don't know why she dresses like that though, it's like she has this massive crush on Leo with the way she throws her arms around him when they stop to talk. And she always giggles a lot.

It accentuates my baby bump. “Damn little sprite, you look amazing,” Kaden says. I was not expecting him to be here when I walked out. I smile at him, and damn, he looks good. He wears a black suit and shirt with a blue tie that matches my dress. Damn, my man is built. I think he has even more muscle since he started working out at the same gym that Tianya and Kylynn train at. I am surprised that they haven’t opened their own gym yet. I know they have talked about it, but they haven’t. I am sure they will. Kaden walks over, slips his arm around my waist, and pulls me close. He presses his lips to mine, and I melt into him. I am positive that Nick’s new assistant has a thing for Ka

"Now finish your banana shake,' she said as she playfully flicked her tiny nose. Angela's grin vanished instantly and she scowled at Ara. "You thought, I'll forget it," Ara eye-pointed towards the glass of shake before bursting into sweet laughter. She pulled to her feet and ruffled her hair. Laughing, she turned around, not expecting him standing by the door. She forgot laughing the moment her blue eyes connected with his greyish-green ones. Dressed in his finest suit, he was leaning against the doorframe with his hands buried inside his pants pockets.

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

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May love never empty your place. The note was from Theo. She read it and couldn't help but feel sad. The man had completely withdrawn from the world after the news of Leah entering a relationship with a Russian businessman came out. Theo had told her himself. Angela had felt his sorrow, it was that profound. He was hurt. Theo's all hope of ever getting her back had dashed with just one news. Leah appeared happy in her life and she perhaps had forgotten Theo. But Theo was still stuck in there. Angela understood him. This what love is. Once this heart gets stuck on someone it becomes almost impossible to budge it.

The D- day. It's been what? A year or two since he last saw his father, now he had to do it today and successfully hold back the emotions rooted deep in his heart. He had to smile, nod, and answer unsolicited questions just to protect that particular person—his mother. His bed seemed to swallow him deeper at that moment, making it even harder for him to get out of it. He hoped he could just lay there as time passed, registering in his head that nothing really mattered and that his life was his. Not the world's, not his father's, not America's, not ACE's, His. But that was too farfetched, it shouldn't be, he was only human after all.

With the sudden movement my body was ground down causing his hard rooster head to push sideways on my thong, pushing it to the right of my pussy lips. I felt panic rising as my pussy was now completely exposed and the head of my dad's rooster was pushing horizontally between my pussy lips, only separated from me by the thin material of his shorts. I gasped, it felt so big, my boyfriend's rooster is 6 inches and not very thick but my dad's felt as thick as my arm and it was at least 8 inches long.

“I’m dying.” “What the fuck?” The tone in Minus’s voice immediately shifted from anger to concern. I gasped, my hand reflexively covering my mouth. “I have CRC.” “What the hell is that?” Minus asked with a slight drawl. Evidence of his time spent in Savannah. “Jesus, Minus, you sound like a goddamned hillbilly,” Cutter said with a chuckle. “Colorectal cancer,” Warthog sang out, in a mock country singer voice, to a cheery tune that did not fit the lyrics.

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