Karlach X Tav Novelas e Histórias

"Anessa was feeling hungry too. I’ll get us real food since I’m vvip.” He called over one of the servers. "Bring us three of the Wagyu burgers and some of those truffle fries. Three bottles of sparkling water." "I really shouldn't…" Sarah started. She sounded stressed. "Nonsense," Karl said with a smile. "You've been working hard. Logistics is tough with Darius in London. You need protein." I watched them. A weird feeling was growing inside me. Sarah looked scared. She couldn't look away from Karl. And he was being charming but it felt fake. Like he was pretending for us.

Carla returned to the classroom and couldn't help smiling. The mention of Mr Schuchter and Mr Barton must mean that the two men were also going to be there. But even if they weren't, she couldn't wait to fuck Mr Tatchev. She went over her outfit in her head. She was wearing a black turtleneck t-shirt today, with black pants that sat tight around her ass. Underneath them she had one of her sexiest black lace bras and a matching g-string. That would surely do.

Karl* *All right, let's meet at the Eiffel Tower, I'll be there in 10 minutes Key* Key grabbed Taro's spare key and set off, even though she didn't really know what Karl wanted from her now. But a conversation can't hurt, so she arrived a short time later. Karl wasn't there yet, so she sat down on the meadow next to the Eiffel Tower. 5 minutes later Karl came *hey sweetheart* he hugged Keyla *hey Karl, what brings you here? She wanted to know *you didn't answer and I really wanted to know how you were? * he inquired

“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.”

Unless he really cared about me like he said before. After a few minutes I saw Karisha coming out of the lake. My eyes followed the trail of water dripping from his hair and running down his beautifully tanned skin, enhancing the details of his carved chest, his six bellies, his deep V line ... OMG! I didn't want to see that!

Karla just wanted to throw up. "Can I get a vodka and cranberry?" a short blond leaned on the counter, her lipstick needing to be toned down quite a bit. Karla glanced at her, nodded once, but barely moved. Do I love Mitch? She turned to the blond. "What was that again?" "Vodka and cranberry?"

“And you deserve to be.” “I wonder what he’s up to now,” Leah says, pulling out her phone. She quickly searches Karl up and then shows us a photo of him in the capital. It’s of him, looking handsome in a well-cut suit. Apparently, he’s staying in the capital for an upcoming Alpha party. “I don’t even want to know,” I say, waving the phone away. “This interview is something you have to see!” Leah practically screams. “God, he’s ridiculous!”

Jake cried, as he kept drinking the beer. Karl sighed and looked around. People were staring at them. They managed to change their uniform and this made them look nothing else like students. "I thought you were over her. You didn't even care about the break up then in school. Why act babyish now?" Karl laughed. "My sweet blood, Tessa. I miss you so much" He sobbed, hitting his head on the table. "Now I know why most people say being drunk brings out your real character" Karl laughed, shaking his head.

Hated that the one person who could help was the one person he didn’t want to call— who would frustrate him to the core— was his only hope. He pressed the button. The line rang. Once. Twice. A third time. And then— “Well, well, well. The mighty Alexander Michelle finally remembers I exist. To what do I owe this honor, sir? Did the heavens crack open?” Xander clenched his jaw, his voice low and stiff. “Karl.” Karl let out a dramatic whistle, his laughter sliding through the speaker like a blade dipped in honey. He shifted, enjoying every ounce of control this moment gave him.

“Just… making sure you don’t trip over anything.” Tasha turned fully. “Hey,” she said, her voice unexpectedly soft. “Thanks for everything. I mean it.” Kachi tilted her head, the usual smirk replaced by a more sincere expression. “If you ever need someone to talk to… I’m here. Even if it’s just to yell at me for being annoying.” Tasha chuckled. “I never knew you could be this calm.” “I have layers,” Kachi said proudly. “Like an emotional lasagna.” Tasha laughed. And then, impulsively, gently, she leaned forward and kissed Kachi. Just for a second. Just enough.