Garu X Pucca Novels & Stories

"Names." "We're with the supply side," I said, my voice flat and bored. I channeled my best Jax Carter impression. "Direct contact. Not on the list." The man's eyes moved to Ren, who just stared back with a look of pure, cold hatred. Three seconds later, the bouncer held out his hand. "Phones." I handed mine over without a blink. Ren did the same. The door opened, and we stepped into the belly of the beast. Inside, the music hit my chest like a blow. Red and blue lights cut through a thick cloud of smoke. The air smelled like expensive alcohol and a strong, manufactured chemical scent.

It doesn't matter how many years pass. Perpetrators have strong imprints on their victims. And sure enough, my senses don’t lie, Reid Maddox steps out. Paxon Pack royalty, my personal fucking hell. I swear the concrete trembles beneath his feet. My brain fries trying to process what the hell is happening. Why the two Alphas from rival packs, and rival hockey teams are standing right here, together, waiting like this is some kind of casual airport pickup. Royalty. Both of them. Huge, tall, arrogant dicks, too handsome for the eyes.

"What kind of trouble?" Jess shrugged, tying her apron around her waist. "Who knows? Probably got caught with another puck bunny. That's all he does, right? Skate, score, and screw." She made a disgusted face. "I don't get the hype. He's just a guy with good cheekbones and a stick." My face heated. I turned away, pretending to organize the pastry case. "You don't even know him." "Don't need to." Jess grabbed a pitcher of milk and started steaming it for a latte. "I've seen his type before. All charm and no substance. He probably doesn't even remember the names of the girls he hooks up with."

“Julio Garcia? From India? One of the Three Great Monks? Soraru smiled mockingly. “An arrogant country like that wouldn’t nurture any experts. I think you should just put your mind on dealing with Harvey instead. There’s not a lot of time left…” As soon as Soraru was done talking, a loud bang was heard. A Toyota Prado rammed right through the front gate, charging in with reckless abandon. Harvey was here.

I was wiping down the counter when a smooth, deep voice cut through the chatter. “Can I get an iced latte?” I looked up and froze. Tristan Hale stood right there—tall, broad-shouldered, and stupidly handsome in a backward cap and team hoodie. His storm-gray eyes met mine, and for one terrifying second, I forgot how to breathe. My stomach flipped. He tilted his head, a half-smile forming. “You okay?” “Y-yeah! Iced latte. Coming right up.” My hands shook the entire time I made his drink. When I set it down, he slid the cash across the counter, his fingers brushing mine for half a second.

Palermo — Club Inferno, Vucciria District The night pulsed with heat, a heady mixture of alcohol and desire that soaked the air in the dimly lit club. Amara had pulled away from Luca’s kiss, her breath shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her body still hummed with the remnants of his touch, every inch of her skin feeling like it was on fire.

He continue pushing deep with each wave of pleasure. "You'll be a greedy dick and cum for me too" ghostface grit out and I feel my body lit up. His stroke on my dick increase but then the pleasure surmount. Ghostface let go of my dick, stand up, pinch my nipple and start stroking himself to my face "I'll cum on your face and then fuck that ass till it bleeds" YES! I want to scream but it dies down when my stomach tense, body quiver as he pulls my nipple hard and hot fluid pour on my eyes, lips and down my cheeks

I added as a sly smirk curved my lips. Fifi narrowed her eyes, surveying the couple. Then her gaze shifted to me, and a wide grin spread across her face. “You're not wrong, and you've probably just found out something very important concerning the banquet.” My brows inched up. “And why is that?” Fifi pointed at the woman. “That woman is married, and that poor boy next to her is most likely one of the bodyguards she occasionally fucks.” Her eyes gleamed with pure mischief as she said, “Her name is Carla Pucci.”

“Is it Max? Did something happen at home?” “No,” Jess breathed. She shut the door behind her and looked at me with this awful pity face, the one people give you right before they drop the worst news. “No, it’s not Max. It’s the Pack Feed. The Hemisphere broadcast just went live.” A cold little shiver ran straight up my back. “I don’t watch that crap, Jess. You know that. It’s all fake smiles and propaganda.” “You need to see it,” Gina said, pushing past Jess and shoving the phone right in my face. “The gala at the estate. It dropped like five minutes ago.”

My heart thudded loudly as I looked around for an escape, but there was none. "Damn, the steak was delicious, but you made me leave it midway." He said, and I glared at him, my hands turning into fists. "You cannot touch Pakhan's wife." I rasped, and he chuckled along with his man. "I will and that too, right in front of him."