Kumpulan Cerita Plus Plus Novels & Stories

"So you two were in the room discussing a business contract?" "I was showing her the documents. There's a new property project that requires a five million euro investment." "But you two were shouting about suicide?" "We were debating. Ana objected to some clauses in the contract. She said she'd rather die than sign an agreement that disadvantages her." I almost smiled at how smoothly Leon lied, but I held back. "Dad isn't lying?" Clara asked. "Dad never lies to you." Clara sighed. "Sorry, I was too suspicious. Maybe it's because of this pregnancy. I get angry and suspicious easily."

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Due to this, there was a novel that was a hit on w******l, titled 'SEX ADDICTED BOYFRIEND' It was a romance novel, where the male lead was only about having sex with his girlfriend, which the girl didn't mind of course. Seeing how their relationship was moving, without him making any attempt to ask her to marry him, the female lead started getting worried. He was very handsome and a lot of girls want to snatch him from her, but luckily, he was really in love with her. The issue was, sex. He just couldn't do without it for a week. A part of her was scared for getting dump after they've had so much sex, so she was trying to hint him into proposing to her.

I sat in the third row, legs crossed, tapping my pen against my notebook. Professor Kane’s voice spread across the lecture hall like it always did. His voice sounded deep, steady, and cutting through my fucking nerves. No one whispered or checked their phones when he talked. For good reasons. You just listened. “...and that’s where the illusion of control breaks,” he said, pacing slowly in front of the whiteboard. “The characters think they’re above their desires, but desire always wins in the end. It’s what makes the story human.”

"Sounds like your mother and my mother could be best friends." I squint my eyes deviously, remembering the many risqué stories about Max. "Yeah, I'm sure you'd just use your mom to get into my mom's pants or something." I twist my lips in knowing. My favorite story about Max was how he pulled off sleeping with twins on the same night, thinking they were the same girl and neither of them knew about it. His jaw parts in a sexy way as he wipes the counter leisurely, his shoulder muscles flexing from the movement.

I also saw nothing that looked like VR glasses. When the woman returned, Kimberly said she wanted a G-zilla and I told her I wanted a Rocket Ship. As she was grabbing them, bending over and letting her skirt ride up high enough that I could tell she wasn't wearing panties and that made my pussy moisten, I noticed Joie de Vivre also made a butt plug, the Trip Around Uranus. I had never had anal sex, but I had watched some last night and the actresses apparently enjoyed it, plus it was much cheaper than our other two purchases, so on impulse I told the woman to grab one of those too.

“Are you saying I should actually get on a plane with Elena?” “Yes, go to Paris with her,” Chloe whispered, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her lips. “Bagaimana kalau aku menyusulmu? Paris is a massive city, Liam. You can dump that fat cow at the hotel to amuse herself, and then you and I can spend our nights together in another suite. Your mother will never know.” A slow, cynical smirk carved its way onto Liam’s face as he processed the idea. He wrapped his arms around Chloe’s narrow waist, pulling her flush against him. “You are an absolute genius, darling. Let that bloated puppet serve as our shield in Paris.”

she said to Tulani who had his arm around her waist and starring at her intently before giving Mr Kaponda an accusing look. “What happened uncle?” Tulani asked Mr Kaponda. Due to the nature of the relationship with his parents, the Mulenga children referred to the Kaponda couple as Uncle and Auntie just like the Kaponda girls did to his parents. “He just said something that made me tear up a little…it wasn’t anything bad.” Natasha assured the two men looking at them quizzically. “I just got emotional a little, I’m totally fine.” “You sure?” Tulani was still not fully convinced.

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

Your emotions are yours to handle. [From now on, I won't respond to any more discussion about this. My life is moving forward.] After I posted it, I set my phone on the table and took a shower. When I got back, it had buzzed more times than I could count. Zoe had sent over a dozen messages. The last one said: [You're a total badass!!!] Someone in my high school group chat shared a screenshot. [So that's what happened. Henry's a complete jerk.]