El Chapo Sweater Novels & Stories

Chapter 4 Who the fuck was this lecherous asshole? With his creepy smirk and filthy actions...did girls fall for this? I was so uncomfortable with his constant staring and now this fake Barbie on his lap and him fondling her like a blow-up doll. Geez, yuck, but if not for his horrendous actions, he looked handsome. When I walked in, he caught my eye, and that didn't happen very often; actually, it didn't happen ever!!! He wore a dark pinstripe Hugo Boss custom suit, his jacket hanging on the back of his chair, and his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up. The top two buttons of his shirt were open like he had come straight from a meeting. His flashy ( read Gaudy) Patek Philipe watch was screa

Chad remained silent, waiting for the right time to react. A tattoo bearing the surname 'Stanson' seemed to be branded on his back, confirming Chad’s suspicion further. But did he need to do this? He glanced towards Jade. She was still sound asleep, showing no signs of waking. Just then, Levi Stanson whisked off his scarf, providing Chad a clear view of his facial features. He was incredibly handsome, albeit that a long scar extended from his cheek to below his chin. Could that be the reason he hadn’t wanted to appear before Jade directly? Chad wondered.

I don't have to ask. “Come in Roberto.” The door opened slowly, and there he was standing there like he always did. He was wearing an oversized blush pink sweater that was several sizes too large for him, it slipped entirely off one shoulder, revealing the delicate line of his collarbone. His dark hair fell softly across his forehead, his jeans were high waisted and around his wrist he wore charm bracelet he had quietly acquired last month, mum noticed it but said nothing about it.

I follow them, distracted by my stomach rumbling. “I’m starving,” I announce. “I’ve got something you can eat,” Cameron says, distracted. I stare at him, deadpan, and he glances over his shoulder and smirks. “Dirty bastard,” I mouth. He winks and keeps looking. “What about this?” he says as he takes a sweater from the shelf and holds it up. I look at it and my face falls in horror. It’s a black hoodie and has a large white eye on the front. The pupil is filled with bright colours. It’s a long, skinny fit.

Chapman tossed two cigarettes to his flunkies and lit one for himself. At the point when Chapman went in, there were at that point three individuals inside. There were two men and one lady. They were totally wearing extravagant garments. The man had his ears pierced and his head shaved. The lady was wearing stockings, a short skirt, and a shirt that was practically clear. Them three were hunching down on the ground, and they were all smoking. "Chapman, you're here. Did you get the demise notice?" Chapman was staggered. "You got it as well?"

“First of all, Dr. Chappo is a legitimate archeologist, but he’s a very quirky fellow. There are no current pictures of him anywhere, not even school-age pictures. So the only way we can identify him is by someone actually describing him to us. Also, he lives in an isolated area southeast of here, near Tortilla Flat. “Now, you mentioned he took Jared on a dig in Germany. Gabriel could find no record of this dig. It seems as though Chappo did this on his own time, funding it with his own money. Did Jared tell you anything about the dig or the finds?” “Not much.” Serena shook her head. “He said Chappo had been looking for a particular relic for a long time, and this dig had been part of that s

Cherry sassed angrily and walked to her basket filled with dirty clothes to distract her mind from everything. Maria was surprised, confused, and angry Cherry would think such a thing about her own child. “How can you say that! That child is not illegitimate or a bastard, he has a father.” “Whatever. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Cherry leaves the basket of clothes and walks to her dresser looking for a certain baggy sweater in her possession for years, the sweater belonged to the nicest, most caring man in her life who had passed away and given her the sweater as a reminder of their friendship. The sweater still had its familiar scent that calms her any time she takes a whiff.

His voice is smooth, confident, like we’re discussing weekend plans and not actively trying to avoid getting murdered. “This place had chandeliers, velvet seating, and security guards who looked like they were waiting for an excuse to throw me out. And there it was, sitting on the display table—the softest, most luxurious sweater I had ever laid eyes on.” I glance at him, unimpressed. “Let me guess. You stole it.” He scoffs. “Of course not. What kind of man do you take me for?” I just stare at him. He sighs dramatically. “Fine. I stole it.”

I ordered. He just deeply sighed and took the coat from my hand then hung it on the rack near the mahogany desk. Then he sauntered towards me. "We need to talk about the resort and hacienda!" his hands were on his waist. My eyes rummaged through his deliciously looking physique. He was wearing a navy knitted sweater with a bear image on the front and black jeans that displayed his perfectly shaped legs. I remembered being caged by those strong muscles. I bent my body forward, my chin propping on my elbow as my eyes continued to trail the one protruding in between his thighs. Goodness, I could see that it was huge even in its sleeping form. A gasp escaped my lips and my tongue licked the corn

I place her smiling her on one side, and faint bump on the other, using a claw to delicately tuck them in place. "There's another thing too." She states as she pushes a bag to me. Inside is a burgundy sweater. Sophisticated and simple. I hold it up and she studies me. "You look good in jewel tones. It flatters your tanned skin." I slowly remove my shirt to model it, not missing how her eyes fall over my chest and torso. I chuckle and pull her hands to place them on me. "I am yours, remember? Touch me anytime, and anywhere you'd like." She unexpectedly snuggles into me, and I just sit here with her in my lap, cradling her. I'm going to miss this when I'm gone. I have to do this though. I'm p