Heavy Mga Nobela at Kwento

Everywhere suddenly starts to darken and I feel a bit of uneasy dizziness, my legs feel weak and I automatically fall to the side, in an attempt to pass out. The hands that have my hands behind me suddenly releases me to help me maintain balance on my feet before I reach my fall. I gulp and my forehead automatically starts to sweat. "Make one sound," the owner of the voice standing behind me, the one with the knife around my neck, starts to say. "And it's," She says and moves the knife back a bit slightly motioning that if I made one sound, she's going to slit my throat. I recognize the deepness in her voice instantly.

"You gonna keep watching me like that or actually lift something?" Quill crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. Sweat already darkened the front of Hawk's tank top, clinging to his shape. He moved like he wanted to punish the weights for daring to exist. "You're not making it easy to focus." He grabbed the towel from the bench and wiped the back of his neck, slow and rough. His skin stayed slick, not from exertion but from everything he hadn't said out loud yet. Frustration clung to him more than sweat ever could.

"No. I could never be. You're my best friend and we've known each other for years. This isn't you. What happened?" "She's listening. You know I can't answer this. Please, listen and behave. We will make it out of here and be together." He started to grab his head like he had an insane amount of pressure invade his thoughts. "Ahh, make it stop. I'll behave. Just make it stop."

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it

So I fake a smile, I'm hoping he doesn't notice. "Jeffrey hi." I try to say in the same way he called my name. I remember the last time I saw this guy I didn't want to believe in intimacy anymore. Jeffrey Clark is tall, like basketball height tall, he's white, black hair which he shaved off, green eyes and really really bad at sex.

"He thinks he can just force the pieces to fit." ​

’ Kimberly thought to herself as she struggled to find the right words to say so she doesn’t upset this big guy. “P-please, let me g-go. I’m not Hailey.” She said in barely a whisper but loud enough for Hugh to hear. “I don’t care.” He replied in that deep raspy voice of his, sending shivers down her spine as he leaned in. Kimberly quickly placed her hand on his hard rock chest to prevent him from leaning in any further, but this small contact caused sparks all over her body. She jolted her hand away, not understanding what the hell just happened.

Liam yelled hitting his hand on the steering. Joan buried her head on the steering "that Sarah of a girl is really getting on my nerves, I really can't stand her." She put the key in the ignition and started the engine zooming off.