Gusto Character 소설 & 이야기

Gustavo asked confused at her statement. “The Gustavo I remember still had human sympathy and conscience even despite his greed,” she said with a pause. “The one standing in front of me is just an empty shell…. A scary one” she told him. “Well try dealing with people who treat you like you are nothing if you are not at their level…..I changed because it was called for, if you want something that bad you have to be willing to sacrifice a lot” he said rage emitting from every word as if he was angry at the whole world.

Gustavo really is a man with great taste. "Good morning ma'am." I heard a middle aged woman greet me as I got down the stairs. She wore a bright wide and excited smile as if she was pleased to see me. I gave her a slight bow as I headed straight for the door. I paused as the next words I heard from her startled and shocked me. "He's finally brought a woman home. Could this be it?" She wondered in delight. Instead, I walked out, pretending not to have heard her. ********** Gustavo's POV

hello" As soon as she spoke and before Ivan could respond, Guston stood up and shook hands with her. " Hello, I'm Guston. Nice to meet you." "Hello, I'm Lucia." Lucia looked at this man she just greeted and thought, this guy was really hyper. He was tall and handsome as well. But his appearance made him look like a frivolous person. Well, she came here for Pablo. If these men make other demands apart from helping her, then she'll just go back.

Finally, my words got to her. Her gaze wavered, her eyes darting to Gusto. "Is that true?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Gusto's face contorted in a snarl. "Shut up, Keera!" Still,.Elena's question hung in the air, and Gusto's anger turned to amusement. He laughed mockingly, his eyes glinting with malice. "Of course. Keera's right," he responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He stared at her with disgust. "I'll never feel anything but hate for your species." Elena's face immediately fell, her eyes filling with tears. Gusto's words cut her deep, and I felt a pang of satisfaction.

*************************** Gusto found himself in a house, that doesn't seem familiar to him and he suddenly became uncomfortable there. He was about to walk out of the house from the entrance when he heard a woman's voice, calling him from behind. "Gusto!! don't go, you belong here!" With a gentle smile, she said, as she walked towards him. "No, I don't belong here!" He answered with a frown on his face. "I am your mother, I gave birth to you and the man you have been calling your father is not who you think he is... He's only deceiving you!" With a very unhappy expression on her face, she said.

She smiled. "Is anything the matter?" Gusto stepped out again as he rested on the counter, looking at the young boy, probably a year below twenty. I hated his audacity as much as I hated him already. "How could he get close to my mate? How could he even flirt with her?" I could hear my wolf scowling. I wrapped my fingers trying to control my anger as I looked at him. My claws were already becoming visible. "Uhmm… it's nothing. You know, I was just asking if I could tip her off for the night. I just couldn't stop staring at her." He said confidently as he looked at Gusto.

I watched Gustavo make lunch as we talked about silly things, I like the way he calls himself as a third party, “Gustavo likes to cook,” Smiling, I said, “I can see that, at this rate you’ll practically make me fat,” “Oh no, Gustavo likes you this way, and so does my boss,” he said the last part wiggling his brows, I smiled shyly, I took a glass of ice cream with a spoon, “you think she likes me this way?” “Yes of course, Gustavo observes and is always correct. Leaning on the island with my elbows, I took a spoonful of ice cream, I was about to reply but I was a voice was quick to answer before me,

He knew I loved it when he spoke in his mother language. “Cazzonare.” (Tease) Before I could utter any words, he forced his thumb inside my mouth, drawing a whimper out of my throat. His long digit rubbed the gloss over my tongue, mixing it with my saliva. “What does it taste like, darling?” Strawberry. I groaned when he shamelessly explored my insides with a slow sensual pace. “You know I don’t like to repeat myself, Rosella." He orbs zeroed on my lips with lust and darkness. It was as if he wanted to me alive there and than.

Guapo was the first to look up when I entered, his battered face twisting into a slow, mocking grin. “Well,” he drawled. “If it isn’t the Northern Luna herself.” I ignored the way his eyes roamed over me, assessing, judging, stripping away the illusion I wore so carefully upstairs. “I trust you’ve been behaving,” I said coolly. Giovanni laughed, low and ugly. “Behaving? We scrub floors by day and rot by night. What more do you want from us?” Gustavo sat apart from them, his back against the wall, his gaze fixed on the ground. He did not look at me. He never did.

"Dexter's really handsome, isn't he? Look at those arm muscles. He must work out regularly." "Yeah, totally! His butt's perkier than mine, and he's a guy. His Adam's apple is gorgeous too. I'm in love!" Ever since Dexter arrived, I had been overhearing conversations like this in the break room. 'He does have a decent body and pretty good strength.' God, what was I thinking? He was seven years younger than me. Sure, he was handsome, but a man that smart was not my type. I preferred dumb, pretty boys since they were easier to fool.