He's Into Her Cast 소설 & 이야기

Not again. "Since her head is healing from the minor injury she had already, it led her unconscious." She informed further but my attention got on Karl who is coming towards the direction of where we are standing. It's time to give him a lesson. I fisted my hand and stood there ready to face him.

“I’m sure there would be a lynch mob after you if I spread the word of your activities tonight.” Her lips trembled and I almost felt sorry for her, “You’re a Castello. I can’t be seen with you,” she whispered frantically, her eyes darting around as if she were looking for someone. The waiter. He had to be in on this ploy of hers, maybe he was her handler. “I am the Castello,” I responded harshly, pressing her more firmly against the wall. “I am Enzo Castello, head of the Castello family.” Her pale blue eyes widened, but not with fear, and my body reacted to her in a way which was almost foreign to me. Before I could stop myself, I kissed her.

"You're with the sheep, and you better not believe anything he's told you" "I was going to tell her about you" Castor took another sip from his glass. "What will you tell her that she doesn't know? "A flirt, a player? A bad boy? You think she doesn't know? He grinned maintaining eye contact with me. I was suddenly self aware, cos of the way his eyes roamed down my body. "When it comes to selecting clothes, Eth has eyes" his eyes continued to travel all over me. "Don't be a jerk" Castor glared at him.

And she hated him. The doors to Castillo Enterprises didn’t creak when they opened…they split with a gust of tension. Heels echoed. Gasps whispered. Heads turned. Phones clicked. She wore confidence like war paint. Her red hair braided back. Her heels slicing through silence. The prodigal daughter of Jordan Castillo had returned, and she wasn’t just there to reminisce. She was there for blood. The front desk girl dropped her pen. "Is that…?" "No way…" "I thought she was…"

I felt her, solid and real, even as the bond was something I didn't really understand yet. "Wow. I didn't expect this," Cast mumbled as he watched us. He stood against the far wall, his hair still messed up from her hands in it. I could feel his restlessness. "They make it sound like you're giving something up," he said. "They tell you it's weakness. That letting someone mark you means losing control."

The headline read: THE BLACKWOOD BLACKOUT: INSIDE THE RAPID DECONSTRUCTION OF A BILLION-DOLLAR LEGACY. I stared at his face. He looked colder than I remembered. There was a hardness in his jaw, a sharpness in his eyes that suggested he was a man at war. Below his picture, a smaller caption read: Rumors circulate of a reunion with heiress Sarah Vance, though the socialite remains elusive.

"What do you mean?" "I don't know, she's just not my type." He shrugs. "Well, that's too bad, she had eyes for you since middle school. I just figured you might want to at least try to get to know her." "Fine,"

She nods and moves away. - Christopher, for the love of the saint. You want a woman. She's practically thrown herself into your lap, and you don't even care. Christopher ignores his brother.

“The castle likes students, sure. Helps them out. But this? This is next level devotion. And she’s only been here for like...an hour.” Kalyx leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Describe her.” “Freckles. Wild red curls. Glowing green eyes. Piercings. Zero filter. Threw the door open half naked. Cursed me out for existing. Castle threw a book at me for being rude.” A pause. “...You’re into her.” “No, I’m not.” “You definitely are.”

“I’m coming.” “No,” Kai said, his voice firm. “You’re hurt.” She stood, ignoring the pain, her eyes blazing. “Try stopping me, Castellano.” He glared, but her resilience—her fire—stirred something like pride. “Stay close,” he said, his voice low. “No heroics.” Her smirk was all teeth. “No promises.” ---