Gif Deseo Novels & Stories

They lapsed into comfortable silence for a few seconds before Gerald asked, “What are you thinking about?” Desiree hesitated before finally speaking. “I’m afraid.” Gerald frowned. “Afraid? Of what?” “I’m afraid that all this is a dream and I'm going to wake up from it soon.” “Would you like me to prove to you that this is as real as it gets by giving you three more orgasms?” He winked at her, causing a shiver to run through Desiree as she smiled. Gerald continued, “Nothing and no one is going to take away this happiness we've finally found, princess. You, me, and our daughter are going to be the most enviable family there is because we’re going to be so incredibly happy.”

Hey DJ - CNCO 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🥺🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 Many contain harsh and inappropriate words. Skip if you do not like harsh words. ________________________________ Gerald's POV I'm stressed out, really frustrated. Having a long-distance relationship like this can't be applied in a Geraldo Willson dictionary.

I smiled at his gestures . " uh nothing , it's just my laptop . I dunno what's wrong with it " I said pointing at the screen . " Well I can fix it for you , only... if you don't mind . " he said, breaking eye contact . Still, why is he so afraid ? I mean am I that scary . hell no . I'm not . hehe . okay maybe a little bit . " Why would I mind Elios , I would rather be grateful . Please help me ." I said teasing him .

"Excuse me, Mister President, pero hindi ko naiintindihan kung ano ang ibig sabihin ng usapang ito." Tumuwid ang lalaki sa pagkakaupo at nagdekuwatro, pinagsalikop ang mga kamay sa itaas ng mesa at diretsong tumitig sa kanya. Before her is the virile and aristocratic rendition of Diego. Clad in a well pressed suit that's perfectly fits his chiseled build. Akma sa karakter nito ngayon. Diego–with his neatly trimmed, raven black hair and shrewd dark eyes–feels so him yet so different as well. Kung noon ay malamlam ang tingin na laging pinupukol nito sa tuwing kaharap siya, ngayon ay walang bakas ng pagmamahal, ni kaunti. "How long have you been with my father, Miss Monserrat? Aling condominium

I didn't bother to ask where are we going because I trust Klyde. I was watching by the car's window when I feel my phone beeped. I innediately get it inside my bag and I was shocked when I saw Tiger's number, he texted me. I was so confused on why on earth would he text me but I still opened the message. -Good evening, Miss Miller--- I mean Miss Roberts. I just wanted to say that my master is celebrating his twenty-sixth birthday today. Give him a night to remember😉- Tiger He really loves putting on emojis on his texts doesn't he?

Ruth replied. "I'm glad you liked it. I took extra time to design it. I don't know if you're a girly girl or just a girl so I chose white and black for the interior mixing both professional and casual"Ava gushed excitedly while advancing towards the bed. She sat down on it and tapped the empty space gently "come sit" Ruth walked towards her and sat down beside her. Ava took her hand and said "listen, I'm so sorry about your parents. I know you must be feeling so much pain inside you".

“Give me a chance to make things right.” I shook my head, the anger and hurt painful. “Just go,” I said, my voice trembling with the effort to hold back tears. “Just leave me alone. I don't want to see you right now.” Dante hesitated momentarily, his eyes searching mine for any sign of forgiveness. When he found none, he slowly stood up and walked away. He paused at the door, turning back to me, “I’m sorry again. I'll do anything to make you forgive and accept me.”

she replied, feeling a flicker of gratitude. Jocel snapped her fingers playfully, her enthusiasm unyielding. "What else are best friends for?" she said, tilting her head slightly and striking a pose that was both cute and comical. “Come on, smile!” She lifted her cell phone and captured a selfie of the two of them, the moment frozen in time against the backdrop of the café’s warm decor. “I’ll upload this to F******k so Allan can see that you’re really with me,” she added, her laughter ringing out, momentarily drowning Aria's anxieties.

But no matter the reason—it was a delightful bonus for me. I couldn't get enough of it, tracing my fingers over them again and again. "Do you like it?" Even in the middle of our passion, Jonathan didn't forget to ask. What a question. Who wouldn't like a man with abs? "Of course I do," I replied, pressing my hand against them more firmly. "Then they're yours from now on." I didn't respond. His mind seemed to drift along with mine, both of us floating somewhere between reality and desire.

She didn't challenge the story, but the soft, almost imperceptible way her lips tightened told Igor everything he needed to know. “I see,” she finally said, her voice smooth. “A titanium good-luck charm, engraved with a cipher. That does make sense, given the Petrovs’ reputation for operational paranoia. Thank you for clarifying, Igor. I will code it as 'Diplomatic Asset Acquisition,' non-disclosable.” She picked up her glass of wine and took a sip, her gaze resting on him over the rim. It was a look of cold, perfect disappointment.