Garu X Pucca Novels & Stories

My stomach twisted. “I want to be up next, she is sexy,” Another guy added and they erupted in laughter. I moved closer until I could see them gathered near the field. Daemon stood in the center, tossing a puck between his hands. He looked so normal, so relaxed, like he hadn’t just shattered everything, like he hadn't ripped my heart out of my chest I gulped hard and stepped forward. “Daemon?” Their laughter seized immediately they heard my voice. “Ava, what are you doing here?”

“Like maybe the fact that your stupid lucky socks are showing through your team-issued ones? Are those…kittens? Pretty sure that goes against regulation.” Truthfully, I can’t see jack shit other than the white fabric, and even if I could, the shin guards would be in the way from seeing whatever pair of wacky socks he’s wearing beneath them. But it doesn’t make it any less fun to poke the bear. I think I even catch his eye twitch as he does his best not to look down and double check. “Hilarious,” he deadpans, not a hint of amusement in those annoyingly somewhat pretty purple eyes that I've never seen on anyone . “But you should know better than to make fun of someone else’s vodo. It’s bad luc

But she was already reading it out. 2Tall2Bottom: U into anonymous gloryholes? I host (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠) I peeked through my fingers. "Why are they all talking like GTA strip club NPCs?!" She was crying with laughter. "Mate, this is normal for hookup sites. Here see, this one straight up sent, Wyd with a dick pic attached. At least he's got humor. “Let me put my dick in dat booty." She snickered at the play of words of my username.

The gangsters cheered as they entered their mission van…. *** The Barrack*** The soldiers training on the field ran towards a man sitting on a chair and operating a computer. They saluted and whispered, "General Puro Pucasso, your childhood best friend is dead, and the tattoo designer." General Puro, froze and turned around, standing up, his face filled with anger. He clenched his fist, thinking about all the possible ways he would ruin the criminal in charge of all the things happening….He was in his late forties, still looking fresh and well built…

“I’m in. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Marcus started strong. “Never have I ever scored on my own goalie during practice.” A couple of rookies drank and laughter followed. Big Mike went next looking directly at Marcus as she spoke. “Never have I ever hooked up with a puck bunny in the arena parking lot.” Half the table drank, including Marcus, who took his shot with pride. It was Raphael's turn next. He leaned back, thinking for a second before smirking. “Never have I ever turned down a threesome.”

My own cock slapped against my stomach with every movement, leaking messily. Dex’s hands squeezed my ass, guiding me, helping me ride him harder. “That’s it. Fuck yourself on me. Look at you… so desperate for my cock.” I moaned louder, bouncing faster, the wet sounds of my slick hole taking him growing filthier. Dex’s eyes were locked on where we were joined, watching his cock disappear inside me again and again. “You’re so deep,” I gasped, head falling back. “Dex… I’m so close—”

Chapter 18 : Lila’s POV “You’re actually here. I was starting a betting pool on whether you’d bail again.” Richy pulled the door open before I even knocked, wooden spoon still in hand, an apron tied over his button-down like he hadn’t quite committed to either version of himself tonight, businessman or home cook. “I don’t bail.” I stepped past him into the smell of garlic and something simmering that had clearly been on the stove for hours. “I reschedule.”

“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.

“Only if you promise not to mention the falling incident ever again.” “Deal,” he said, crossing his heart with a gloved hand. “But I’m filing it under ‘most adorable first impression ever.’” I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly pulled a muscle. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re freezing. Come on, California girl. Let me introduce you to the good stuff before you turn into an ice sculpture.” As we headed toward the exit—him still in half his gear, me trying not to smile like an idiot—I realized something terrifying.

I was also aiming for him. I dodged his attack. I hit the puck, my chest heaving. And then I heard it. The voice of that hypocritical bastard. The announcer. "Ladies and gentlemen, Jax seems to not be ready to go down without a fight. We now have one mark each for each team and one last period to take on. But before that, a short ad break to showcase our sponsors."