Dije Novels & Stories

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD. Juicy dumped the bundle into the first washer and when her arms were free she covered her face with her hands. 'I AM in a vegetative state. I got hit in the head, I was in a coma and I'm no longer of sound mind and body.' Juicy began to pace. Absently she adjusted her bra. Her left breast felt full and sensitive from Troy's attention. Juicy closed her eyes and covered her breasts with the palms of her hands. But Lordie did he know how to work on some titties, not to mention making her cum like that. What man had ever wanted to kiss her for nearly an hour?

The dial tone sounded only twice before a deep, gruff voice echoed through the phone, “George Stannis. Security and Protection.” “Uh, h-hi. I-I was given your card by m-my boss,” she gulped, voice barely slipping out in a whisper. “And his name is?” “O-oh, sorry. Simon. S-Simon de Angelo.” George let out an irritated sigh. “So, you work at SubTerra and you’re calling me? Shit’s gone bad for you, huh?” Zoe’s cheeks flushed, “You could say that.” “Well, what can I do for you?”

He reached and picked out ome, lifting it in all direction. "That's a DX-448, real demon, all the way from Germany brother, tough to handle, so watch your step." "It's a little to big, I need something light, unnoticeable, you know what I mean" "Come with me, I've got just what you need" Steel said stroking his beard unknowingly removing a wool that had been stuck ever since Tom got there. Tom and and Still walked in the poorly lighted room that smelled of rotten animal, the strong odor of green flakes lingered in air.

Jade screamed angrily, tearing out and crumpling up a sheet of paper from her sketchbook. She threw it across the room and it landed on the floor close to the door, increasing the litter of crumpled paper and broken pencils in the room. She took a new pencil from behind her ears, her fingers shaky as she began to draw lines and curves, in readiness for another sketch. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture a face, Tiger's face - that was what they called him but she knew his name began with the letter H.

Miro fijamente la pantalla del ordenador, con todo el trabajo pendiente de estos días de ausencia, y siento una opresión en el pecho. No le doy muchas vueltas y me pongo a trabajar. De repente, la puerta cruje. Sam piensa que es Mark, así que mira hacia allí, pero entonces entra el señor Dante con una mujer morena de pelo revuelto. —Señor, disculpe la interrupción, pero necesito un favor —dice en voz baja, inclinándose hacia él. "Sí, sí, por supuesto, pase."

Kiran said, exasperatedly. “No, he’s good. I gave him a Karambit,” Levi said, effectively changing the subject. “Shit, really? You just gave him one?” Kiran asked him. “You didn’t give me one for three years.” Levi laughed. “He’s a fast learner.” “Stop avoiding the subject. What’s he talking about?” Kiran asked him, his face serious once again. “This and that. He likes Fresno,” Levi said. “I was afraid he would. What’s he doing for money?” Kiran asked him.

“It’s one fucking drink” He chugs the rest of the wine cooler down before handing the empty bottle back to me and says, “eso ya esta terminado“ (that’s now finished)! “Fuck you Jonny”, I yelled, gaining more attention! “Te sigo diciendo cuando sea estés lista”, (I keep telling you whenever you're ready) he says with a smirk. “Grrrr”, I spat out. “What the fuck did you just say to my sister?”, says Gabe suddenly.

Usually our people would rather face death than show weakness through tears. "What... is her name Kea?" I guessed, right beside Lingga. He heard, judging by the way he looked at me suspiciously. "You're dating Aryo?"

Approaching Dior, she spoke pointing the place they were before. Dior's eyebrow twitched, apparently still confused what she was saying. Farrah was patient and repeated her questions, but this time, with an example. She gestured as if she's eating something then pointed the direction they came from. It seems that this time, he finally understood. He marched outside, and called out several zombies. The lower-level zombies scrambled as they ran towards Dior. “Ggggrr...” Dior growled in unknown language. Farrah immediately understood it as Dior ordering his servants to retrieve the apple. However, it seems that low-levels zombies are really stupid.

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"