Don T Mess With Her Novels & Stories

Now she is breaking. don't break now pretty girl. Don't give up, now. "give me that," I said snatching the cigarette from her hand. "The fuck?" she says her eyes going round. She looks pretty with her big eyes. "Igor!" she yells trying to get up. "No."

The woman smiles sadly, she's not going to put her hope on anything. "I can only hope, Rico. Do you know Don Dante?" She asks. "Yes, I know him very well. Used to be a womanizer, but it looks like you have changed. It will be easy for me to get her DNA. All I need is a hair. If it is her. Are you going to tell the Don?" Ricco asks.

I want her full attention. "I... Yeah, okay" "No. Do it properly. Ask nicely" "Why don't you shut up and fuck me harder?" She snaps, her eyes flashing with annoyance. I fucking love that she's not a pushover. Even when she's under me and at my mercy, she still challenges me. I can deny her release but knowing her nature, she'll get back at me. I wouldn't put it past her to send me a video of Paulo getting her off. The thought of that makes my blood boil. She's mine now. To protect, to care for, to fuck.

How can this vicious woman be Yanis's mother? "Say?", Mrs Quinn asked her again. Dora pushed the card back to her and said with a smile. " Isn't this too cliche? You watch TV dramas don't you? Can't you see that giving a box of money, envelope or card doesn't work anymore? If I could marry your son, won't I get more than this? Stop intervening in your son's love life, Life isn't so conservative anymore!", Immediately she finished speaking, a glass of wine was splashed on her.

The woman who made tea like it was a love language. She was a weapon. And I’d let her in. “She’s good,” Dante said. “Too good. Her file’s sealed tighter than a Vatican vault. But I pulled what I could.” “Send it.” “I already did.” I heard him hesitate. Then: “You okay?” I didn’t answer. Because I wasn’t. “She’s still there?” he asked. “Yes.” “You gonna confront her?” “Not yet.” “Why?” “Because I want to see what she does next.”

she nodded. "And if you go to clubs or whatever, wear whatever you want. Obviously, I'd like for you to not wear something too seductive but it's your body," she turned around to face me. I took a sip of my drink. "I know how to fight," her lips curled into a smile. "Noted, Chris." "What are you doing today?" She went back to cooking. El flipped one of the pancakes before she answered. "I have a meeting at one but other than that, just paperwork and calls later in the day," I nodded. "And what's on your agenda?"

she jokes, he shrugs as she’s not wrong and salutes her as he disappears down the corridor to his own office. She has just sat down at her desk and turned the computer on, when the front desk, call her to say there is a Ms. Jane Wilcox is there to see her. Amber at first is unsure who it could be, then remembers Grant and rolls her eyes. She tells them she'll be right there. As she goes down, she opens up her camera, choses video and hits record as she steps out of the elevator into the lobby. She see’s a small, mousy hair coloured woman standing with her arms crossed looking a little annoyed. When she looks up and see’s Amber her face turns white and her mouth falls open. “Sorry, this

By the end, he could no longer tell whether she was the director or the prop. “Don't touch me.” Raphael gave a cold laugh. “If there's nothing else, get out. Go to HR and finance and settle whatever you're owed. You're fired.” Daphne's eyes reddened. “Don, if you're upset, take it out on me. I can take it.” She held the file out obediently. “This came to the estate. I brought it along for you.” Raphael took the file and stared into her eyes. “Stop playing Scarlett. You're not her, and you're not fit to play her.”

He pointed at me, his finger shaking uncontrollably: "That... is Alessia Ricci. The Don's blood. The only heir to an empire you can't even comprehend. She owns this city in a way you will never understand." "Forget a dirty, useless alderman like you—even I have to drop to my knees and bow to her!" "You're not even fit to shine her shoes, and you dare call her a bitch?!" "Do you want the entire South Side dumped in Lake Michigan to sleep with the fishes just because of you?!"

Disconnecting the call, she returned Donald's phone. "Pick up whenever I call. Failure to pick up might bring me to your office, Alexandra Conglomerate," she muttered, waved goodbye to him, and walked away. Donald was perplexed. He watched as she displayed her drama until she left. He scoffed and blinked, uncertain of how to react or respond. That was the same girl who was kneeling in front of him on the rooftop and asking for his mercy. Did some sort of spirit overwhelm her? Was she high on something? If he wanted, he could teach her a lesson on the spot, but that would only ruin everything he had worked tirelessly for. He would let her go for today and deal with her some other time.