Jolly Karlsson 소설 & 이야기

But her roommate had other plans. “Get up, let's go out. Everyone is out connecting," Hilda insisted impatiently. She was dressed in a stylish party dress, her makeup perfectly done. With her dark brown eyes, curly auburn hair, and a confident smile, Hilda, around nineteen, exuded a lively energy. Despite her enthusiasm, she maintained a cool-headed demeanor, always ready to have fun but with a calm and composed attitude. She was ready to leave but refused to go without Boma.

Jacob’s POV The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it. I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that. She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

Ann's POV "Who are you?" Karl asked me in a loud and firm voice when I didn't speak after I entered his room. How can I speak when I was starstruck after I saw him? I didn't expect to see him in person. Jasper likes to watch a drag racing contest on a cable channel so I started to like it too until both of us becomes a huge fan of Karl Ibarra; the American-Filipino drag racer who always win the gold medal in his every racing contest. But I haven't heard any news about him since he had an accident and went blind while participating in an international drag racing contest in London. "I said who are you?!" he asked me again in a louder and more dangerous voice.

Karl is by my side before Zeus even made it. "Oh, guys, this is my husband karl. Karl these are my friends Abriana and Jakob." I introduced then to each other while Zeus finally made his way to us. As soon as Abriana sees him, she cleared her throat. "Oh goodness. Mr. Thompson, I'm a huge fan of your products and i use them everyday. I don't have a single makeup product that doesn't have your initials on them..." "Alright Love. Easy." Jakob teased Abriana, earning himself a mini glare. Her fiance raised his hands from the wheelchair in surrender.

Karl said squinting his eyes to see if there were any doubts or lies, but there were none. “You Know whether or I’m telling the truth I don’t care and I don’t owe you an explanation” “Umm, I think you do, I’m the alpha” “Not my Alpha” I spat back, Karl stared at me for a moment then a little smile played on his lips, God he was attractive. “You’ve got a point, but come on everybody is waiting”

Mischievous, smug, infuriating and damn it, once upon a time, alluring. “Hello, Jimmie,” Karl said smoothly, eyes glinting. Fara looked between us, brows furrowed in curiosity. “Wait… you two know each other?” Heat rushed to my face. My mouth went dry, but I managed to stammer it out. “Yes! Karl is my ex!” Fara’s eyes widened, and then she chuckled, almost choking on a laugh. “Oh, this looks interesting.”

I frowned even more. Men and their sexist rules. "We don’t have to eat food from the chef here. We can order pizza. I... well, my cooking could poison you, but..." "I’d die happy eating whatever poison you made...." He laughed, kissing my nose and teasing me. I huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but I could tell Lorenzo was plotting something. "I’m not just placing the order. I’m also betting on my favorite horse in today’s race, and just by coincidence, the King’s Beta will be visiting the club because he sponsors a prized thoroughbred."

*** Balor’s POV “Who the fuck are you?” I snapped before I charged towards them. Only to have them disappear into a cloud of black smoke. I spun around only to have them tap their finger on my shoulder. “Neat trick, huh?” I looked at the guy, no correction, the kid in front of me. His brown hair was cut short. His grey eyes roamed over me like I was the most fascinating thing around.

“I’m talking visual.” Max lifted his grilled cheese. “I like red. Red is like lava. I’m eating lava.” “You’re eating cheese,” Issa said. “I’m eating lava cheese.” “You eat like a rich raccoon.” Max smiled with his mouth full. “Thank you.” Karl hid a laugh against his water glass. I glanced at him. He sat there in a navy sweater, his hair slightly messed from the rain, one big hand wrapped around a coffee mug that looked absurdly small in his fingers. Every now and then, Max offered him a French fry for “quality check.” Issa had already decided Karl was allowed to blow on her soup because “Mommy’s breath is too judgmental.”

he releases her legs but relaxes his not to far from hers. Karin swallows the food in her mouth and takes a sip of her red wine. "You're the meanest and most handsome man I've come to know Johan Lars!" Johan raises both hands in the air and laughs a little. "That's my name and thanks for the compliment Karin Kurt!" He belches out loud for her ears only and laughs again when she gently sets down her cutlery and lean back in her chair, folding her hands over her chest. "The mega T-rex is full and happy again!