Kaito Cantarella Novels & Stories

Kayla Santino. The guy rico stretches his hand forward for a handshake but I just stare at him blankly. He is wearing a wide smirk on his face making me wonder what is so amusing. This is what I was talking about. Secrets. "Let's get you out of here" Carl mumbles about to touch me but I move away before he could. " You do not touch me" I warn through clenched teeth, what makes him think he's free to touch me when he's been with countless bitches.

I shrugged my shoulders and drank my water. "How?" She asked crossing her arms over her chest and I sighed getting up. "Besides your obvious attempts of getting his attention while you were dancing, alone, Nicholas Carello, son of Frank and Joanna Carello, the millionaire playboy and well let's face it, mommy's boy too," I shrugged and scratched my neck as I tried to remember the rest. "When I was still working for this fucked up business, I was basically required to study all of this man's parents friends and business partners, the Carello's were unfortunately part of that long depressing list which I still remember to this day," unfortunately, I remember everything.

I say, but we both know I'm not going anywhere yet, instead, I make small circles with my hips and this time, we make love slowly, kissing the entire time. "Thank you for joining us. Finally." Calista smirks, but there's no anger in her tone. She points at my friends who all look sweaty and exhausted. "We've done a bit of a warm up, but I'm guessing two you had your own warm up this morning. Are you joining us, Cain?" "Yeah, may as well." He winks at me and butterflies erupt in my stomach. "Ok, pair up. No, Cain, you and Zac will go together, we need Tegwen to have a proper opponent. You'll be too scared to hurt her." Calista grabs my wrist and Zac goes to stand with Cain.

(One month later…) (Caprice La Veure auction house, Battingham Kingdom) “I… Can’t believe that we are actually here in an auction house. Don’t you think it’s too sudden, Sire?” Miyu pouted as she tilted her head to the side to look at Kazal who was standing beside her. Because of his breed, Kazal is a bit shorter than an average demi human male. All of his vassals, except for Miyu and Rein who are a cait sith, are taller than him. Despite having great skills, Kazal couldn’t really change his height all he wanted, that is probably among one of his weakness too.

They crawled up the cracked plaster, forming their usual writhing shapes. Kaelith stood before me, shirtless and wearing a pair of dark pants. My eyes, as always, were drawn to the strange tattoos wrapped around each arm, then to his odd patterned hair. So uniquely beautiful it hurt to look at him. He stepped forward and reached for me with fingers that pulsed with shadow and heat. His knuckles brushed my cheekbone, then my jaw. He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his touch maddeningly slow.

Danika Williams After a long day at work, I took a shower and was ready to sit down in front of the television, drink wine and fall asleep on the couch as I was still too afraid to sleep in my bedroom alone. But when I step out, I see that annoyingly handsome devil, with his plain white t-shirt hugging his muscular back, all in the right places, cooking something in the kitchen which makes me remember the chat I had with another model, Kylie. She asked me if Jake Carson was single or not, and if he was, would I mind setting him up with her as she had a brief chat with him today, he was very funny and a complete gentleman. Initially, I hated the plan but then I thought it was perfect, maybe I

Subsequently, a sequence of candid pictures unfolds on the digital billboard—capturing moments of Kaitlyn smiling, laughing, and occasionally cradling her baby bump. Kaitlyn gasps audibly, her hand flying to cover her mouth as she rises from the bench. Words materialize on the digital billboard after the photo slideshow, unveiling, 'The Beauty of PortaMare, A Collection by Kyle Hirata of RileyVille Photography.' Reading Kyle's name brings forth a surge of emotions within her. The impact is palpable as her initial gasp transforms into tearful sobs, reminiscent of a child's distress. Fiona, observing the emotional unraveling, becomes increasingly concerned, her worry deepening as Kaitlyn's emo

Kilaila: “ Kataleya… Kataleya: “ This is my penance… Kilaila: “ He knows that… Kataleya: “ No one but you and Solana! Kilaila sighed. Kataleya: “ Now do you understand why I can't? Kilaila approached and hugged her: “ It's going to be okay, my youngest. Kataleya smiled and wiped her tears. Suddenly Cailet appeared and called her. “Kataleya! I need you to do me a favor! Kataleya smiled and approached. The two went outside the boat. Cailet: “ I wanted you to read my future! Kataleya: “ I'm not a psychic! Cailet: “ Ah Kataleya, sorceress and seer, there's not even that much difference, try it! Kataleya sighed and shook her head. She touched her hand and closed it. She was impressed by what was

“Who’s she?” “The one who will decide if you walk out of here,” Dante said, his voice leaving no doubt about her authority. “His name’s Kael. Don’t know my last name. He’s a freelancer. Works for anyone who pays, no questions. The word was, he’d been moving special products for a new venture. Something big. Sofia thought he was the key.” Kael. The name meant nothing to her. She filed it away. “Where did you last see her?” Elena asked, her voice harder than she intended.

I smiled coyly. “Great.” he said “You wont regret it kitten. I will pick you up around nine.” I called Santana as soon as I left work and told her I needed to come by. Santana is what she calls a fashionista. Her closet is bigger than my bedroom and she loves to give me makeovers. I desperately needed her help if I was going to impress Kassius tonight.