Novel & Cerita Fast 6 Letty

"I'll handle the rest. Calm your nerves." The morning news was playing on the TV. Bolting Group and 12 other companies had struck a partnership with Hewitt Group. The news put an emphasis on Bolting's heir, Brandon Bolting. He was holding Wendy's hand, while Ms. Wollock and Ms. Summers bowed to him in respect. A man only had respect if he had power and came from a brilliant family. That was the rule in their circle, just like it was also an unspoken rule in their circle that a man with nothing but looks would only be a plaything.

I stared at him, completely lost. A second later, a familiar woman's voice floated out from the car speakers. "Then you have to use my favorite strawberry-flavored one tonight, okay?" My eyes widened in shock. I felt the blood in my veins turn to ice. "I made a bet with Jessica about how you would react when you found out I was cheating. I said you would slap me, and she said you would ask me why," Ian said lightly. "If I win, she wears black stockings. If she wins…"

… But after a few minutes— The door opened quickly. “Sister!” Letty entered while crying, and ran straight toward the bed. “Letty?” The little girl hugged her carefully, afraid of hurting her. “Sister! Are you okay?!” Iris was confused by her state. “I’m fine… calm down.” But Letty quickly shook her head. “It’s my fault… if I had arrived later…” Iris frowned. “What do you mean?” Letty hesitated for a moment, then said fearfully:

"Let's go." **************

Corrine smirked, still clearly on cloud nine. “Seriously? That’s all you’re going to tell us.” Letty looks offended by this. “I want the spicy details: how big is he, what positions did he take you in, how long did he last, and how many times did you cum?” I chuckled at that. Letty looked like she would die if she didn’t get the answers to her questions. She looked eager and was sitting at the edge of her seat. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, and I ended up laughing. It was damn hilarious, and she had this comic look on her face that made it all the more funny.

“You’re saying I can fuck that ass too?” Letty’s smirk grew, her fingers teasing her clit as she locked eyes with him, letting out a breathy “Mmmhm.” “Oh, I’ll let you wreck this ass… if you make it worth my while. Say, bump Patel Enterprises’ cut from three million to three and a half, fuck, make it four, and I’ll let you tear my holes apart all night.” He let out a low chuckle, but instead of answering, he lined up and rammed his fat, rigid cock balls-deep into her sopping cunt in one merciless stroke, punching the air from her lungs.

Letty laughed mockingly as she spoke to her. Livia was taken aback by the accuracy of Letty’s statement. She acted without considering the potential consequences, displaying a remarkable level of empathy. “Am I considered a top actress? Do you think I have what it takes to succeed as an actress?” Letty spoke to her. “Sure thing, Letty! You have an incredible talent! You are an exceptional daughter!” The woman accompanying Letty, who is likely her mother, Letezia, also expressed praise. Everything was part of their plans, which Livia had already calculated. She is a fool to believe Letty’s request for help when the truth is that it was their plan to lock her within her own town house and mur

Letta fell silent, looking at Freya who had just finished dressing up. Freya, now 15 months old, seemed to be getting smarter. Every day, she could already say a few simple words, and it made Letta even happier to watch the little princess develop rapidly. However, the next moment, Letta's smile faded as she faced the reality they had to face in the future. Letta bowed her head, looking at her little princess who was now smiling sweetly at her.

She’ll be going to admit that Claudette’s servants were all good-looking. “I recognized these two,” she pointed Jean and Adele. “That’s Jean and that’s Adele. I saw you three years ago.” “Oh my goodness, Letty. Oh my goodness she remembered me!” Adele squealed, almost crying. Jean was about to comfort her but Adele’s attention was all on Leticia who’s just chuckling awkwardly at them. “And these two are…?” Patrice trailed off, pointing to Leticia and Theodore. “H-Hello, Mademoiselle, I am Leticia Trottier.”

Two Alphas, One Table The council room smelled like old wood and burnt candle wax and the particular tension of people pretending to be calm. Betty arrived at noon exactly not a minute early, not a minute late, wearing the plain dark training clothes she had started favoring since arriving at Shadow Fang, her hair pulled back, no ornament, no performance. She had learned recently that the most powerful thing she could wear into a room was the simple fact of not needing it to think well of her.