Greedy Guts Movie Novels & Stories

"I'll make whoever laughs at me go bankrupt. Oh, right, there's a video you should see." Ethan carried me to the desk and opened a file on the computer. The video showed a presidential suite. Sean and Anita were kissing deeply while confessing to each other. "Anita, tell me, does your husband touch you like this, too?" Under Sean's advances, Anita sounded soft and dazed. "He's not as good as you." Heavy breathing and intimate sounds echoed around us, and I could not help sighing. "Well now, it's getting a little hot in here."

I looked at her in oblivion. " Willow Green is the capital for rumours. People will imagine stuff more than what you did when I entered the room and I don't want you to give that headache to me, because she doesn't give a shit,but I do. If they talk rubbish,I want to kick their asses and in order to save them, you gotta wear this. "

"But let me introduce you to my friends. This here is Chocolate - she killed her husband with poison in his chocolate milk; he was the sixth one. And this here is Guts-ripper. Do I need to tell you why?" I looked at this Guts-ripper who had bulging eyes like a rabid dog and a toothless grin with a few teeth ranging from yellow to black. "It's Guts-ripper because I like to open up the bellies of my enemies and rip their intestines out... got nine while I was on the streets... ha ha ha..." That hideous thing cackled, and I discovered that besides guts, she also ripped letters from words, murdering the language every time she opened her mouth.

At that moment, Carmen stood outside her unit, staring at the mountain of packages with a deeply troubled expression. Meanwhile, residents continued coming downstairs to collect their packages. They rummaged through the mess while occasional complaints echoed through the hallway. Whenever someone couldn't find their package, they raised their voice and demanded answers from Carmen. Fresh groceries went bad again because she didn't store them properly. And just like that, the arguments were back. For an entire hour, the shouting and arguing next door never let up. I looked away, drew the curtain closed, and turned my back on the chaos outside.

Watching the Wolf Pack — who'd tyrannized this territory, treated human lives as worthless as dirt — get blown to pieces felt more satisfying than downing an ice-cold cola in the middle of the desert. Inside the Level 5 heavy hauler truck, Gavin sat completely dumbstruck. "Holy crap... holy crap..." He opened his mouth, but for once, couldn't find a single word to describe what he was feeling. Just half an hour ago, he'd confidently told this guy, "I've got your back once we're in the city." Thinking back on it now, that felt like some backwater nobody bragging about the half a bun he'd just scavenged, standing in front of the world's richest man.

"Gosh!! She’s acting so slutty, I heard that she can never resist the urge to be touched whenever she sees a cute guy. Now, I just confirmed that it’s so true. I could already feel her body turning mushy and the heat that was pooling between her legs is causing quite a discomfort, making her grind her hips against my crotch. But I’m sure it's a sweet and pleasurable discomfort that's making her itch for my touch. I don't fucking care if she doesn't play along with my plans, all I fucking want right now is to screw this slutty bitch and make her scream my name in ecstasy. "Yeah, I know what you're thinking right now. You think I’m the villain here, you think I’m selfish and wicked, but that’s

I feel hungry. Miss Rara: Gerald is still long. Gerald Handsome: still. Miss Rara: I'm hungry😭 😭😭 Gerald Handsome: buy it. Miss Rara: I don't have Euro. Gerald Handsome: Wait. Miss Rara: starved to death, I and my baby😭😭😭😭😭 Gerald Handsome: Wait a minute. Miss Rara: 😗😗😍😍😍

“You’re so good. Don't stop.” “I’ll never stop, not when you feel so fucking good. So wet….” He gritted out as he lifted my legs and I gripped the edge of a nearby shelf, praying it wouldn’t fall. His pants and sloppy sound of us connecting mixed with the sweet rapture of his cock was my undoing. I couldn’t take much more.

He then navigated to the camera surveillance app and played the footage from earlier that morning. Uncle Steve was holding his phone as he gave me his orders. "Take this 800 dollars and buy something cheap, Caleb. Dominic's just a country bumpkin. He won't be able to tell the difference between premium and low-grade seafood." Uncle Steve's voice resounded clearly from the recording. A steely expression crossed Dominic's face. He stepped on Uncle Steve's face and hissed, "A country bumpkin, you say?" Uncle Steve squealed in terror. "I was wrong, Mr. Langdon! I was spouting nonsense because I had too much to drink!"

And I would not trade all of these with any material thing in the world. I flashed him a wide smile and was about to greet him back when my head suddenly throbbed, at the same time my stomach twirls upside down that as if my organs inside are going to come out. So, I hurriedly went to the bathroom and throw up in the sink everything that I have eaten last night until I feel the sourness of my mouth. Ah, damn this morning sickness! After a while, I felt Gavin’s hand gently stroking my back while the other one is holding up my hair for them to not get messy and won’t be mixed with my puke. When I already finished, I looked up at him and gave him a weak smile.