Kabukichou Bad Trip Novels & Stories

It must be hard for Gabe to stomach all the cheesy couple stuff he had to witness all these months. Speaking of stomach, the waiter then came back with two huge trays filled with food. Six orders of loco moco and soda were then placed on the table. Within seconds, all five of us grew quiet because we were all eating. Yup, the only way to get us to shut up was to feed us. I was in the middle of absolutely enjoying my loco moco, thinking about Los Angeles and if they had any decent loco moco there, when suddenly Judah poked his spoon into my plate and stole some of my food.

"I detest people walking out on me." She tisked, relaxing comfortably in her seat. "You'll have to get used to it, il mio cattivo. It's a perchant of mine." He raised a brow. "My nickname for you." Her lips curled up, "My bad guy." He rolled his eyes but said nothing else. "So tell me" She waved off the waiter, "Who is Domenico de Cerintti?" "Answer it for yourself." "I don't know which is why I ask you."

"Jacob, aren't you trying to pursue me? If you won't even buy me something this cheap, then how can you say you like me?" The chat actually froze for a couple of seconds, like everyone was too stunned to type. Then it came back even crazier than before. "Wait, was that Carol's voice just now?" "That recording has to be fake, right? What's actually going on?" Within seconds, the livestream's viewership shot past 100 thousand people. I smiled calmly at the camera. "Today, I'll show you all how to take down a gold digger."

Back and forth. “You imagined it,” I muttered under my breath. “It was the lighting. The music. The champagne.” But the memory burned too clearly, the purple light. It wasn’t symbolic, it wasn’t imagination. It was the mark of the mate bond. Visible only to the bonded pair. I wasn’t supposed to see it. Unless… “Ugh!” Frustration ripped out of me as I dragged both hands through my hair. Maybe this was another one of their games. The triplets had always been dangerous in their own way. Charming when they wanted something. Ruthless when they didn’t get it. Maybe this was some elaborate psychological trap, a cruel manipulation designed to destabilize me.

They watched. The Unbound Triad had risen. And nothing would ever be the same.

Men and women are entangled together, writhing and screaming out in pleasure. Oh, Damn! Why is her luck so bad these days? Of all the parties, this is an orgy. Who will compensate for her eyes? This is disgusting beyond words. "I can't go back now," Ahn Hana tells herself. "My eyes are already infected by this scene. The damage is already one to my mind. I can't come back tomorrow. I have to find her."

This fuck Mikhail Zubrinsky could buy and sell three third world countries and still be a multi billionaire. Why the fuck he needed to get caught up in this shit was anyone's guess but I guess once an agent always an agent. It had been fun pitting my skills against the best The Rus had to offer. They thought they were so slick, thought they were getting one over on the good old U.S. of A but they were fucked. Even now as we speak the rest of my team was busy rounding up his lackeys. His front man had been the first to go down, then the assholes that'd been peddling this shit from Kansas to Texas.

I end up ordering the Mahi Mahi with yams and bananas as a side and Nikolai orders the Poisson Cru with a side of sushi. “Would you like a drink?” He asks me. “Uh no, just water for me.” I tell him. “Would it bother you if I ordered a beer?” He asked me. It’s sweet that he even asked if it would bother me. “No love not at all.” He nods and orders himself a beer. Once all of our food order is squared away he looks up at me to continue our conversation. “So, you and your friends run a law firm. How did that come about?” He seems intrigued.

Smoke scattered into the room and the triplets along with Monica grabbed their necks and started coughing hard. What the fuck was happening?

There was no one in the room when I went out and so I proceeded to dry my hair in front of the mirror using the blower. "You done showering?" "Yeah―" My eyes widened when he suddenly turned my head in his direction and engulfed my lips using his. He bit my bottom lip making me open up my mouth and then he pushed his tongue together with some kind of tablet. Confused, I still was able to gulp it down to my system. "W-What was that?" "Aphrodisiac." He caresses my lips with his thumb. "Just to help you loosen up." With the mention of the drug, my head started to go spinning. He pressed our lips together again and this time it was aggressive and sloppy, the type that only contains lust and void