Jesse Sutanto Novels & Stories

He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table. He pace about for more than five minutes before he finally walk towards the chair he sat on earlier and lowered himself unto it frustratedly. " We can't do this without Maximo Santino's help. He is the right man for the job " " Do you think he would agree on it? " Santana asked with his face twitched in confusion. " I can't be sure. I have never meet this man in person. All I Heard about him was that he is as handsome as he is sadistic and he is on his way here as we speak " Mattia responded stunning his two colleagues again.

I giggled at his stupidity as he walked past me and out to the car. “Well, I am glad to see that Dillion and you seem to get along because he is going to be staying with you in Rome.” I turned around and held my breath as I looked at Jensen standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that showed off his abs and chest muscles perfectly. A pair of ripped black jeans with black converse high tops and a black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was breathtaking and I could feel my lust for him rising more and more. I calmed myself and walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Aww. Are you jealous handsome?” His arms came around my waist and p

Daisy exclaimed, and I hand-shoved her to be mute. “Hmn hmn!” The CEO nodded. “This establishment is owned by my family, The Moranos. But run by me. Everyone is welcome to nest here. Clients. Friends. Enemies. Business associates, or whatever. There are over six thousand staff working in every sector of the establishment. The last opening we had was days back and we’ve gotten the right staff. But I will still fix you two somewhere. A section that will be best for both of you.” He sent his gaze to the man behind him. “Get me Matilda. Tell her, I need her right now,” he ordered.

Said Sazkia while crying. Irawan looked at Sazkia's face while shaking his head and slowly he stretched out his hand to invite Sazkia to shake hands. "If you don't know me, my name is Irawan Adityawarman. I live next to the Great Kauman Purworejo mosque. If you say you have never known me, I know you very well. " his hand that invited Sazkia to shake hands and Sazkia did not immediately reply. Instead she shook her head and kept crying. Frustrated, Irawan immediately took the wallet in his pants pocket. He took out an ID card. There, on his identity card was the name Irawan Adityawarman, who was a lecturer.

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

He only nodded, as quiet as always, and suddenly I felt a little lost, until firm footsteps made me look toward the building’s entrance. A tall man with wiry muscles and dark hair was walking toward me, staring at me with deep brown eyes. I straightened up and walked toward him too. “Ma’am, I’m Dante, Head of Operations and Logistics,” he said, at least with a little more courtesy than the rest of the men I’d met. “Mr. Dante, the Patriarch asked me to come urgently...” I said, half debating whether to ask him what the hell was going on here. “We need a sign language interpreter...” I was surprised to hear him say that... “but let’s go, I’ll explain on the way. The meeting’s about to start an

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

Alpha Stefano said, his tone cold as he spoke to his friend. “I am sure that I can see her holding the bottle well enough,” he said, smirking at me. “I am willing to pay a thousand for fifteen minutes in a room with her.” He got up before the Alpha could answer, and I watched as he walked toward me. Alpha Stefano stayed on his seat, silently letting him know that he was impressed with his offer. However, I was not.

If I play it right…this will work. Jesse’s always been sexy. Never in the dangerous way that Santiago is, but more like a cute guy next door. He has straight, blond hair, shaved on the sides and in the back with enough on top to fall just right against his forehead. He stands at 6’4” with a slender, but muscular build. His jaw ticks as his fists tighten at his sides, flexing his biceps ever so slightly.

He could only eat, sleep, bathe, daydream, and sometimes talk about something he didn't understand. "Honey, tell me if you need anything." Lionny kissed Stefan's forehead. “Hmm? Yes." Stefan nodded. *** Stefan Raden Kusuma, a poor man who lives alone and without family, is the best IT scholar and reliable programmer. He made many achievements while still a student, such as successfully designing sophisticated firewalls for security systems, creating applications, web games, hunting crackers, and anything else related to the IT world. As soon as Stefan had finished his studies, Mr. Arya Sutejo, an Indonesian who became the CEO of AlfaTech Switzerland, was interested in hiring him and would pl