Jiyan X Calcharo Novels & Stories

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

And then—unexpectedly—he smiled. Calley gasped softly. Why, he looked even more devastating when he smiled. Just as hot as Phillian, but in a completely different way. Phillian was the classic mestizo, all fair features and gentle charm. Quaro, however, was the tall, dark, and dangerously handsome type. Phillian’s face carried warmth and kindness; Quaro’s, on the other hand, bore the hardened look of a man who trusted no one.

After they left, one of my classmates— Joseph asked, “How y’all manage to distinguish the two?” I never gave it enough thought on how I was able to them apart. I just knew since I was little. Maybe it took me long to answer so Cali spoke, “Jiro speaks softer and moves carefully. And he loves talking ‘bout unicorns and stuff, while Rigo is more tactless and careless with his movement. Well, he usually blabbers about his games.” Joseph gave a satisfied nod. Now, that she mentioned it. Cali was the only person who could tell my brothers apart aside from our parents and me. Even our relatives sometimes got them wrong.

"I'll hang up now. I need to get dressed because I have a photoshoot for a Gucci belt later." "Ciao!" Then he pressed the end button. Calix Sixto Arevalo is Cali's only brother, he is two years older than her. Calix was the son of the first wife of Henri Arevalo. His mother died while giving birth to Calix. Henri Arevalo, their father, remarries a Chinese woman named Candice Xy— Cali's mother. Cali's real surname is Arevalo, and she's using Xy as her stage name.

Could this be the same individual? She scrutinized him closely, attempting to connect the dots, then shook her head. It likely wasn't him. Perhaps they simply shared the same name. Otherwise, why would he allow someone like Charlie to push him around? He appeared too timid! Yamila observed the unfolding scene with a smirk, her disdain palpable. Charlie seemed oblivious to Elio's true nature. Did he truly believe Elio was a pushover? Elio was merely avoiding a scene, not revealing the depth of his resolve.

Between Ferdian, Thaka, Chika, and Sherina. "Why else, Mr.? Are you going to scold me again like that time, huh?" said Sherina casually as she drank the mango juice she had just made. The woman puts one foot on the other. Looks very calm. "Fyuh ... your wife is getting more and more courageous against you, Brother. Just because that girl doesn't know herself!" Thaka flared up the situation, making Ferdian's emotions explode even more. "Mom, shut up," Chika whispered right in her mother's ear. "Don't get in their business anymore."

The day went by with me relaxing by the pool but not swimming since the second I started to take off my shirt to swim in my bra and biker shorts Igor and the hunch back of Notre Dame or other wise known and Ace and the ass hole Pablo who’s still salty from me fucking him uk when we first meet, told me they would lock me in my room and tell Calder if I tried. Again what kill joys. Now I’m chilaxing on the over stuffed chair in the living room when the front door opens and in stumbles Calder with some blonde chick tucked into his side. “Wow your place is so big, you must be super rich” the chick giggles as he brings her closer to his chest and wraps his arms around her waist. He groans and gru

Xavier: The clink of metal was the only sound in the room as she fastened one of her earrings. Her reflection in the mirror was composed, distant, the same look she’d worn for days now. It was starting to crawl under my skin. She stood before the mirror, her reflection calm but her eyes questioning. She reached for the first one — a delicate filigree chain, threads of woven gold curling into leaf-like patterns, a single opal teardrop hanging in the center. It shimmered faintly, soft and refined, the kind of piece that spoke of grace and tradition.

Bianca, extremely irritated, forcefully pulled Kiran towards her, scolding him as if lamenting his ignorance, "Hurry up! This is the vice-chairman personally offering to take you in. Do you know how many people dream of such an opportunity? You can't miss this." Kiran still did not budge. "You, your York family has already been annihilated. You're just an orphan now, not some Young Master York!" Bianca yelled in a fit of anger. Charlie's proud demeanor changed instantly. "You're Kiran?" The name had sounded familiar. Hearing Bianca scold him Young Master York, Charlie had a moment of realization. "I am Kiran," Kiran responded calmly. A killing intent naturally arose in Charlie, his gaze towa

×Jamie× "Don't step on that!" Higan yelled and hit his fist on the arm of the chair in frustration after my character stepped on a landmine and exploded into pieces. "I tried my best," I said, looking down at him from the couch. "Yeah, you did." He reached out and stroked my hair before standing up from the carpet. "Are you having fun?" "Yeah, but it would be even better if I was actually winning." "Well, you won the racing game that we were playing earlier."