Novelas y relatos de Jeux

Three peaces of broken mirror merged them self deep in his head and his blonde eyes wide. Nikolai's breathing was still rapid, his hands gripping the edges of the sink that his knuckles were almost turning white, his red eyes had a smile in them. A few bangs of his hair were falling in his face while his lips curled in a small smile. "Champagne can only be mine " his deep voice declared to no one but himself.

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

In response, Annie rolled her eyes but remained grinning softly. Finally, she spotted Leo. He was talking amongst some of the other guys on the team, including Jack. He was dressed in all his football gear, holding the helmet in his hands. The back of his jersey read 'SMITH' with the number 03 underneath in a large font. Throughout the game, Annie found herself having a better time than she expected. She was laughing alongside Amari every time Jay would start to get annoyed when the other team would get a touchdown. She didn't cheer much because she was a quiet person but every time Jack or Leo would be running with the football, she would find herself clapping her hands and anxiously, but e

“ It’s very possible, just hard to attain, “ he huskily said. I could tell from the tone of his voice his mood had gone down. I wonder if it had anything to do with his mother. He slammed the cooler shut and walked away. “ Next time slam it a little harder, “ JJ shouted. Why couldn’t he just shut up sometimes? One day, he was going to say that to the wrong person and get killed. “ So, who do you think would win in a fight? Katherine or Ethan? “ Maya said brushing her ass against JJ’s pants. JJ carefully shooed her away and she sat and pouted on the cooler. “ Ethan, have you seen his muscles? “ Mabel swooned. I had the urge to beat the shit out of her for betraying me. How could everyone thin

She nodded slightly before peering deeper into the store. " There's an arcade game at that corner over there. Want to play?" " Uh... Sure. " " You have a penny?" " A few coins." We walked over to the arcade and she slotted a coin into it and soon the arcade popped to the life. It was just a regular game, nothing fancy, but she looked good at it. " You know how to play?" I asked.

Lee replied. Carla smiled as James fist bumped Lee. "That was hella smooth, man." James grinned and Lee rose an eyebrow and smirked at me. I pulled away from Carla and rolled my eyes. "Alright, don't give him a bigger ego than he already has." I said as I smiled at him. "Aww, babe! Come on." he whined but pulled me into his side as the elevator stopped and we got off. "Can we meet up later? Maybe try out the pool?" Carla asked.

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he explains, checking his wristwatch while arranging pieces on a cardboard board. Sam lowers his gaze, knowing deep down that Mark is right. “Alright, alright, what do you have there?” he murmurs, sitting beside him, voice softening. “It’s the ‘Eskimo’,” Mark says, finishing the setup. “Eskimo?” I ask, stepping between the two, taking a piece in my hand, tracing the drawings with my fingers. “We used to play this when we were kids. It’s like Parcheesi, but with three players and snow challenge cards,” he explains.

Queens in a chess game where men thought themselves kings. Amira sipped the champagne a waiter placed in her hand, letting her eyes sweep the room. Every interaction was laced with double meaning. A touch on the arm, a whispered word, a glance held too long. Alliances and betrayals danced in the air, hidden beneath the guise of polite society. Montez placed a hand on her back, guiding her deeper into the crowd. His touch burned through the silk, possessive and unyielding. She stiffened, whispering sharply, “Don’t touch me.”