El Chapo Sweater Novels & Stories

No flipping way am I wearing these damn chili chokers. "What's that?" Patricia asks as she enters the room, her hair wet from the shower. I quickly bundle up the embarrassing undergarment and shove them in the deep pocket of my sweatpants. "Nothing, just a little gift from Drew and Cassandra." I grab the handcuffs and dangle them from my fingers. "You're under arrest, Ma'am. I order you to remove that towel so that I can do a thorough pat-down."

"He will be yours! That's the decision from your Capo" He sprinted out. Chiara looked at his retreating figure and sighed. She went back to her bed and sat like a queen. She smirked "Brother! brother! Capo? My foot"her hand went to the drawer and took out a cigarette and puffed its smoke. " You don't know what the real game is?"she puffed again. "My dear, just wait and watch, you will be mine forever! I sealed your destiny with me happy or sad, love or hate whatever ….you slapped me!" she rubbed her cheek and hissed feeling the pain

I’m in the middle of frying the mince when I hear the doorbell. “I’ll get it,” Charlie calls, and she disappears down the hallway. I suspect it’s a parcel, maybe with some books I’ve ordered, although it’s late for the delivery guy. I add some tomato paste and the chili I’ve already chopped, hearing voices at the door. Then it closes, and I look up, expecting to see Charlie standing there holding a heavy cardboard box. Instead, I see Kip, standing there hesitantly, hands in the pockets of his jeans. He’s wearing a gray sweater over a white tee, and he looks tired, but he gives me a small smile.

"I'll be waiting in the car with your coffee, be quick hm?" Young-Jae hurried to open the bag and gasped at the beautiful sweater inside. It was a grey and white fabric with red details around the neck with a pair of jeans that were distressed around the knees. He quickly slid it over his head and frowned at the size, it landed just below his crotch and the sleeved hid his palms completely so he shrugged and rolled them up to perfection.

Carla When we finally arrived at our chalet, the first thing we did was head inside. Our purchases, along with two slaves who were chained together, were handed over to us by the slave trader. One of them was a stout guy with brown hair and blue eyes, and he was one of them. He was dressed in clothes that were not tailored to his body and were made of a rough material; these were clothes that were typical of those worn by laborers. His muscles protruded from under his clothing, giving the impression that he was exceptionally powerful. In spite of the fact that he appeared to be tough, he was smiling warmly, which gave the impression that he was not dangerous.

"Have you seen the sweater that Mr. Valor is wearing today?" "No, why?" "It seems to be a bestseller on Amazon." "No way. There's no way Mr. Valor would wear that kind of clothes." "I couldn't believe it either. Maybe the bestseller on Amazon is a replica of a sweater from a well-known brand. But that sweater looks different on Mr. Valor. It makes me want to buy one for my husband." "Send me the link too." Connor froze. Then, he silently backed out of the pantry. He did not have the heart to tell the two co-workers that, yes, the sweater Mr. Valor was wearing today was indeed an Amazon bestseller, and he even saw someone else in the company wearing the same sweater today.

I paused, took a quick glimpse of the room, and hissed heavily as I continued with my work. “Ma'am, you have been refolding and unfolding that sweater for like six times now, if I'm not mistaken. Why don’t you ask Alexis to get you a bowl of the chef's chocolate ice-cream to soothe your nerves?" Selena asked, politely as she pointed at the sweater in my hand. "I mean, what do you think?” she palmed up as she questioned again, lifting up an eyebrow, with one lip pressuring against the other. Stretched. And then, she brought forward her hands to collect the cream cashmere sweater that looked like a folded burrito in my hand.

He turned and his eyes fell on me. I took in his appearance. Dark eyes, dark hair, tall and roguish appearance, he had a long scar on his face from his forehead to his cheek. He had the same darkness in his eyes that Alessandro and Scott has. He was wearing a white t-shirt with jeans, contrary to what Alessandro and Scott wear, his style seemed more casual. I don't think I have seen Alessandro or Scott in any other clothes than a suit. "You are the same girl he locked up in the dark room, aren't you, the Capo's daughter?" he asked

He pulled off his jacket and handed it to Theo, leaving himself in just a sweater. “I have another idea,” Charles said. He took off his scarf and wrapped it over my head and around my neck, burying my chin in it, and then pulled his hood up, tightening the strings around his own head. “The goddess must be on our side,” he said, “making the day so cold and all. Nobody's going to think twice that either one of us are bundled up.” “Perfect,” Theo said. “Let's go.”

Everyone turned in unison, and for a moment, even the guards froze. She wore a tailored, cream-colored trench coat that screamed quiet luxury, her cherry hair a perfect, shimmering cascade of mahogany. My breath hitched. My heart stopped. It was Chelley. It shouldn't have been now at all, and definitely not here. “Mrs. Moretti, I can’t believe I’d ever randomly bump into you!” “Mrs. Moretti, I’m such a fan!” The shoppers who had just been tearing me apart were now gushing and gasping like schoolgirls over Chelley the moment they recognized her.