Indian Novelas e Histórias

A purple bruise beginning to form. "I didn't peg you for the guy who had problems controlling his anger," Kendra decided to open her mouth and I was suddenly wishing that she decided to sit with the group instead of with me, "The guy you punched, his name is Brady Hampshire. His father is the richest man in town and the biggest dick if you asked me. They're going to do anything to make your life hell now just because of that."

It's been a couple of weeks since Karish and I got back together Despite the fear that my uncle would try to find me and kill me, life has never treated me better, I felt happy and Karish's flock became my new home. I was not officially introduced as Puna, but everyone knew I was their Jordan friend and treated me with the utmost respect. Karish and I got closer every day and became virtually inseparable. We had a daily routine that worked for both of us and allowed us to socialize as much as possible. While the afternoons were reserved for training, Karish usually spends his mornings working and I was on the other side of his office reading books from his library.

I am Reema, a 20-year-old Indian girl with a body that drives men wild. My thick, creamy thighs and ample bosom strain against the confines of my tight saree, revealing every tantalizing curve. I live with my father-in-law, a paralyzed man with a perverted streak and a 10-inch cock that throbs with desire whenever he sees me.

He has kind, hazel eyes and seems genuinely happy to meet me. “Princess Noraveena!” he states standing to greet me “It is such an honour to meet you your highness.” He says sweeping into a bow. I have to stifle a giggle. I cannot get used to people acting like this around me all the time. “Please, just call me Nova” I tell him. My brothers say I shouldn’t do that as the people of the kingdom are trained since childhood to call us by our titles and it makes them feel awkward. I can see if in Professor Clifft’s eyes that he is going to struggle with it. “Can I call you Maximus?” I ask

Someone taps on his shoulder, and we both look back to see an even-toned, tan man standing in front of us with a big mustache. "Oh, Javed! Our primary investor!" Aaron says, falling into a hug with the Indian. His primary investor? Must be a rich man. Although, after some deeper digging, I find out he's the richest man in his nation and the second-best businessman internationally. He has my respect.

she said as her head hung low, feeling defeated. Her mate came up and grabbed her face and held it so he could get a good look even if she couldn't see him behind the darkness. "You're doing what you need to. What anyone would do in your situation. You're a warrior, Riley. I'm so proud of you already. I can't wait till you're back home in the pack."

It was something he never truly had. He waved his hand dismissively. “Sounds messy.” Mark chuckled. “It is. But it’s also one of the biggest festivals in India. Many people take it very seriously.” Zayden scoffed. “Indians and their emotions.” Mark just smiled, already used to his boss’s cold nature. “Would you like me to arrange anything for tomorrow, sir?” “No need,” Zayden muttered. “I’ll be in my hotel.” Mark nodded and was about to leave when Zayden suddenly spoke.

"I want...Jollibee. Steak and spaghetti, Mommy..." I sighed. She may be referring to the seafood that's called 'lukot' here. It's actually yummy. Indira's just not used to seeing seafood that she isn't really familiar to her. It is called 'Lukot' here, since the island is part of the Visayan region. I don't know what it's called in other places, but it's seriously delicious. I have eaten it a lot of times already. And it's not a dirt nor a feces.

Dan asked. “I can kill anyone for money. By the way, who do you want me to kill?” Lorenzo inquired. “Mishka Knight, I am sending her pictures to you. Get it done as soon as possible.” Dan said, but Lorenzo’s next question left him furious. “Where can I find her in India?” He asked, and Dan furrowed his brows. “Can’t you search her on your own?” Dan asked and Lorenzo chuckled. “Dan, India is the seventh-largest country in the world. How will I locate her?” Lorenzo asked.

He curtly replied like how he always speak. "Wonderful! You know, tonight I have a very special guest, that famous importer of smuggled woman in India is here to collect some blondies, do you know Mr. Raji?" Mr. Christmas wiggled an eyebrow while crunching his nose as if he's smelling something awful.