Donatello X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

She wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked him a few times, feeling the heat and the way it twitched in her grip. Professor Kane groaned into her mouth. “Touch me.” She did. Her hand moved faster along his length while they kissed. He was rock hard, the skin smooth and hot. Veins pulsed under her fingers. She rubbed her thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-cum around. He thrust slightly into her hand, clearly enjoying it.

I thought you said he was a donor. “Kare desu. Kare wa donā desu,” she responds. (It’s him. He’s the donor.) His eyes widen, and she says something else I don’t quite catch. Jaden looks at me, then her, then back at me. He stands and strides toward me. I glance at Ami for a clue, but she seems calm. Is he going to hit me? Should I run? Before I can decide, he’s right in front of me.

As the dust from the tires settled, Salvatore muttered to himself, "I can’t believe she pulled this off." His fingers rubbed at his jawline, eyes fixed on the gate. Delilah Donato wasn’t just smart—she was dangerous. And dangerously desirable.

“Weddings are so romantic.” Someone made a noise of disgust beside her, “That’s gross.” Celine turned to her right and there stood her archnemesis since the day she was born, Lucian Donatello. She hated him to her core. He would always make trouble to her and never leave her alone. She had no idea how he was so popular with the other kids. To everyone else he was an angel; but to her, he was her worst nightmare. Celine rolled her eyes. “You don’t know anything about romance. You wouldn’t know the meaning of the word if it hit you in the face. You wouldn’t know what love is in general.”

His brooding eyes scan Adelaide and I, and I swallow, sensing something off. “I also wanted to speak to you, Adelaide.” He adds and Adelaide glances at me, already panting. “About what?” “Christopher.” Dante says the name like he wants to stab whoever it is until they are paralyzed. “What about him?” Adelaide tries to act cool, but it's pointless, Dante knows everything. “You're dating a hippie?”

“These people are way too into Ninja Turtles, bro.” Before the Alabama brothers could embarrass Valerian any more, the door swung open, revealing the slickest-looking guy I’d ever laid eyes on—bright, almost platinum blond hair swept back, small round glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. His face looked like some Renaissance artist had chiseled it from marble. He wore a tailored blazer over a dark gray turtleneck, slim slacks, and bright white high-top sneakers. I did a double-take when I spotted the Prada logo on the side of the shoes. Everything about him screamed money and total self-assurance. Who the hell was this guy? The man—Donatello, obviously—smiled. “Valerian. My friend.” He

Martino stroked the fine hair on top of her head, "Why are you crying again, aren't you happy that you did well in the exam?" "I was so happy... Ooohhhh..." Sobbing with joy and reddening her eyes, Donatello walked in and saw the scene, his brain swelling, had Mr Martino upset the lady again? Elena's emotions came and went as fast as she could and withdrew from his embrace to see Donatello standing more than a moment away, "Donatello! I came 15th in the province! Isn't that awesome?" "Mrs Elena sure is awesome! It's still paying off after all this time." Elena and Donatello's relationship was becoming more and more friendly, and of course part of that was Donatello trying to please his futur

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine, and I smiled at his touch. “Who were you?” “Who was I?” “Which turtle were you? Don’t you know you were defined by your choice of turtle?” He sat back a little, his head tilted to the side. “Really?” I nodded. “Oh, yeah. You had to be the right turtle, or you weren’t cool at all. Who were you?” His brows drew together slightly as he frowns. “Donnatello.” “You were cool.” I pressed my hand to his cheek and smoothed out the wrinkle in his forehead. “Why did you frown?”

That did the trick. Breathing hard after painting the side of the shower walls white, Dawn looked at the evidence of his sordid crime and quickly washed it away. Despite the lack of physical evidence, the man felt a tad guilty. If he didn’t enter her room, would he start having sexual fantasies about her? Aqua might not be underaged. However, Dawn didn’t want to take advantage of her reliance on him and misguide her into thinking she also felt a romantic attraction to him. Not to mention, the presence of a toy meant that Aqua was starting to adapt to the sexual desires of a human after losing her tail. “What am I doing?” Dawn hissed and punched the glass wall hard enough to rattle it dangero

N- Evidence? Absurd, because he sent a photo of an empty plate, was she sure he didn't throw away the piece of donut? N- I asked for evidence, not an empty plate. His message popped up. X- I ate the donut, that's why it's empty. Was this some kind of joke? He typed back, she almost fell from her chair. X- You are coming to Italy, with me.