Engraçado Novels & Stories

the voice called and she took it as a cue for her to raise her head. When she came face to face with Prince Arthur, she couldn’t find her voice for a damn minute. His blue eyes were mesmerizing that she had gotten lost in them. “Finally.” She mumbled. “Did you say something, my lady?” he asked. Once in the united stated, he learned that most girls mumble things under their breath when they are angry or in need of something but he can’t say for her. “No my prince. I was just caught up in the moment.” It was a sly reply but she did voice it out.

There’s more to it than that. Once done, I sat back in my seat to admire my artwork. Giving an approving nod, I picked the last item to finish my masterpiece. I poured acidic content on his arms where I peeled off the skin. And there it came. He started screaming like a bitch in heat. I laughed like an evil while watching him struggle to break free from holds like a fish caught in the net and sobbing. “....p... please... please” I gave a thought to his pleas, before cutting off his ropes. He immediately jumped to his shaky legs and turned to face me.

Decided to make it longer in compensation for the wait :p Enjoy!

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"Lookin' for all my real friends How many of us? How many of us are real friends To real friends, 'til the reel end 'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin To 3 A.M., callin' How many real friends? Just to ask you a question Just to see how you was feelin' How many?" I hum to the music as I walk down the cracked gravel. "For the last you was frontin' I hate when a nigga text you like, 'what's up, fam, hope you good'

I blushed at his words. "There's also something at the back. I added my own touch to it." He held my hand holding the necklace, and he slowly turned the necklace pendant over, and there I saw the word 'MINE.' Clawed boldly at the back. "You're not only my full moon, Amara Lively, you're also mine, my human mate," Connor said.

He would really make this girl pay. Kyle gripped the railing with both of his hands in such a rage that he bent it in half, then tore it completely off the deck.

Confused, I glanced up and realized that I wasn't alone in this space. Across from me sat a guy, holding a blunt in his hand. His gaze locked onto mine, and in that moment, I almost forgot why I had been crying. His beautiful dark skin glowed under the moonlight, adorned with an array of tattoos that covered every inch of his body. Neatly braided cornrows cascaded down his shoulders, and his chiseled jaw tensed intermittently. His lips had a captivating shade of pink-a striking combination of features. And then there were his eyes. A light shade of gray, almost blending with the white of his eyes. They possessed a cold yet captivating allure.

“Do either of you gentlemen speak Spanish?” “No comprendo, friend-o,” Clutch replied. I cut in. “Aw, man. That was a missed opportunity right there. You know amigo is Spanish for friend, right?” I asked Clutch. “So?” “So…you could have said, “No comprendo, amigo,” and it still would have rhymed.”