Istri Gara Novels & Stories

“G–Gaara?” Why the hell is this bastard here? Esther’s mind screamed furiously. Wasn’t he with Derek and that girl he worships just moments ago? But instead of giving voice to the storm inside her, she steadied her face, arranging her expression with the same discipline she had been raised with. “What are you doing here?” she asked coolly. “The waiter told me this elevator’s under maintenance. If you want to go down, use the one in the west wing. Left at the end of the hall, then straight,” Gaara replied, ignoring her question entirely. He turned on his heel and started walking in the opposite direction.

"Are you insane, Arista? I was speaking figuratively! I was just trying to scare you! Let go of me!" I tightened my grip and turned my head slightly to report to the police. "This is intimidation. He's attempting to coerce me into withdrawing my report." Then I pulled out my phone, opened the audio recording, and played it aloud. Benji's irritable voice rang out, clear and unmistakable. "Arista, I'm telling you—if you dare make Carmen upset again, I'll chop you into pieces and throw you into the river to feed the fish!" I calmly explained to the officers, "'Chop into pieces' constitutes a specific method of committing the crime. 'Throw into the river to feed the fish' clearly identifies the

CHRISTMAS SHOPPING. Giordana. "Keep feeding him, I'll get it," I assured Ella. "Rita!" I squealed, hugging her as I came face to face with her when I opened the door. "C-can't breathe," she whispered and I released her. "God I've missed you so much," she said. "I did not miss you," I replied, showing her my tongue. She laughed and nudged me. "Dana, who's there?" Ella asked from the kitchen.

Then standing right in front of my watchful eyes, he takes his apron off, exposing his bulging fly that gets accentuated by his gray sweatpants, and I swear to God, when that display reaches my eyes, I lost it. I cover my forehead in order to hide my eyes, and also in order to safely peek through the gaps of my fingers. I can't help but bite my lips. Gosh. How can someone be so hot! It should be a crime to be this hot. Sweat breaks on my forehead and I feel like I'm about to get palpitated. “Garlic prawns, most commonly known in Italy as Gamberi Alla Busara,” he says in the native accent imitation. He leans over, dangerously close to me.

Garzia threatened. ******

Better she should ask one of the servants to show her in to wait for Haris’ wife to wake. The door was answered after her third tentative knock. A tall man with the tattooed markings of an Orenian answered the door. He looked down at her and his nose lifted. Ilyria was conscious that it was no longer just her feet that were dirty. Nonetheless, she pulled herself upright. She was Ilyria Agrio, daughter of Daria. Even if she didn’t look it at that moment. She cleared her throat. “I am here for Mistress,” she paused, “Gavara.”

She wore her coldest expression, determined not to let her fear show. Once she was seated, a server handed her a menu. The woman ordered apple strudel, which made Gia curse internally. She silently hoped she wouldn’t feel nauseous when the dish arrived. “Steak and water,” Gia said, choosing the safest option to avoid fruits in her meal. She didn’t want her queasiness to show in front of this woman. “Quando cresci, assomigli molto a tuo padre. Solo i tuoi capelli sembrano Fiore.” (As you’ve grown, you look much like your father, but only your hair resembles Fiore’s.)

me or you. FEW MOMENTS LATER. I walked to the living room to meet a sweet aroma. I trace the smell to the kitchen. " hi, ma'am " the cook greeted as soon she saw me. " hey, am Stacey " I introduced myself to her. " Gia " she replied. " so Gia what are you cooking? " I asked. " sir Alex ask me to prepare marconi and cheese " she answered and continued " it almost really. Let me get something from my room. Can you please look after the food "