El Teca Señora Acero Novels & Stories

He then turned to the ladies, “Sorry for that. She had taken your tequilas.” He then held the woman whose name was Elara and scooped her up in his arms, “Let’s get you out of here, sweetheart.” “Oh, God. He is smoking hot!” the third woman was looking at his broad back with puppy eyes. “Shit! Where is our tequila?” the fourth one at last got time to eye the empty shot glasses. “What the hell!” “What the fu*ck!” “What!” the rest of the three realized what the handsome hunk’s bit*ch had been doing when they were busy watching the show.

Chapter 3 (OVER THE LIMITER) Mr taso we're here This is the next exam you will be taking This is the test of strength, are you ready Mr taso. Yeah, I guess so, ok then let's go. --------- So what do I do here, Ms? Mr taso I will explain to you what kind of machine measure's your strength. -------- This machine is a shock absorption metal, it's called adamantite. Oh! Ok, if This is a shock absorption metal, let's test it right now.

Pumihit ako paalis pero pagharap ko ay siyang pagbukas ng pintuan ng green house at mula doon ay pumasok ang isang lalaking naka kupasing gray t-shirt at short na medyo madumi. "Senyorito, hinahanap po kayo ni Donya Imelda." Ang sabi nito na nakapagpalaki ng mga mata ko. Senyorito? Tinawag niya itong senyorito? Ibig sabihin baka apo siya ni Donya Imelda? Lagot ako nito. Papaanong ang isang gwapong senyoritong katulad niya ay napagkamalan kong isang hardinero?

She wasn't used to people giving her endearment. "Teqs," He called out smirking at her scowling face. "What? Teqs?!" George arched his brows in confusion. "Yes. It's actually tequila. Do you have a problem with that?" He arched his brows quizzical. Sarah flipped her indexes at the crook of his neck making him wince. "Ouch! What did i do this time?" "Watch your tone, you peas." she admonished. George cracked up laughing as he shook his head at her while Yara smiled, "your best friend is cool.”

Because Nero’s face didn’t show any expression. * Gemma’s arms wrapped around Nero’s waist. Her head rested on Nero’s back to avoid the gust of wind as Nero’s motorbike sped down the streets of Ayria. Gemma was wearing a sleeveless tight t-shirt, but she didn’t feel the cold. All because Nero handed Gemma his jacket before Gemma got on the motorbike and he said nothing when he gave it. Gemma had no choice but to put it on, because Nero just waited, staring at her like a laser gun pointed at its target.

No one can argue with Lexus's words, including Ackerley. "Mr. Ackerley, help me! I did it, so because I was not convinced that Miss Steffy was the right woman for Young Master. I've been taking care of Young Master Lexus since he was a toddler and I have considered Young Master to be my son," Ella said pleading with Ackerley. Ella thought. Ackerley as the highest power holder in Rodriguez's mansion would help and defend herself.

"You don't belong here." Bianca slowly raised her hands, mimicking the exact, mocking gesture he had used against her years ago on that brown sofa. She held his predatory gaze with eyes as cold as ice. "My name is Bianca Moretti Madurga," she said calmly. Mr. Elton's greasy smile twisted, freezing instantly on his face. The cocky expression drained from his eyes as the legendary Moretti name echoed through the room. He had been told the name of the person who had bought out his shares, but he had never once connected that powerful name to the girl whose dignity he had tried to take.

Her hands pressed gently against Luciano, holding him off while she savored the desperate intensity in his eyes. Yet, her legs still spread apart kindly. Luciano instantly understood her intentions. He knelt before her and pushed his soft tongue inside, savoring the taste of her sweet body. Tanya screamed as her climax arrived, her opening moist and yielding. Luciano was already painfully hard. He slowly and firmly pushed himself in her, hearing her pant in satisfaction. Luciano pressed hard against her tummy. He crouched by her ear, gasping amid her shattered screams. "Has Padre ever been here, Madre?"

"What the hell is this, Elara? You think a few bankruptcies make you a queen?" Vane’s voice crackled through the secure line, distorted by the scrambler. Elara sat behind the mahogany desk of her new office, the skyline of the city a jagged silhouette against a bleeding sunset. She didn't look at the view. She watched the ticker on her monitor, watching the stock of the Marcone family plummet into the dirt.

The lobby of Thorne Tower was a cathedral of intimidation. Sunlight bled through the sixty-foot glass panes, casting long, sharp shadows across the white marble floors that Elena’s heels clicked against with traitorous rhythm. She felt like a glitch in a perfect machine, a splash of charcoal gray in a world of polished chrome and high-frequency tradingg.