Lidah Terasa Kasar Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Did I put too much sauce? Oh I knew I did! Where does it hurt?" Leonidas wanted to tell that woman that nothing hurt, it only burnt, but all that came out of his mouth was, "Hot." Sadik laughed loudly now, clapping his hands as he went away and returned with a glass of water. "Mama likes her soup with a lot of spice. I used to hate it but I guess it does not affect me anymore. Here." Leonidas took the glass of water with gratitude on his face, downing the cool liquid immediately then letting out a small sigh when it felt the fire reduce.

she hesitated, searching for the right word, "...dickwads." "Lilith!" her mother's sharp rebuke cut through the tension. "Language!" Lily rolled her eyes, a hint of her usual sass returning. "Sorry, Mum. For the meanies of the supernatural world. Better?" Caspian's rich laughter rumbled through his chest, vibrating against Lily. She felt some of the tension drain from her body, replaced by a warmth that had nothing to do with her fire magic.

When there was the first indication of sound and a response, instead of the AI's bland one, without the natural undulations in pitch and volume and stresses that came with the vernacular and emotion of normal human speech patterns, an actual person replied to Lila - with all the features that proved to be just as she had been hoping for. It sounded rather tired and exasperated, all at once, and distinctly untranslated and strong. It spoke in short sentences and sharply, before breaking out into a series of single word shouts, repeating the same one syllable sound over and over again in a fit of rage that Lila would only guess was a swear. "NO HARM WILL COME TO YOU. OUR WORD AND PROMISE IS GI

not like this. To Be Continued...

“You look and smell delicious, too, if I may add.” “Eww.” Yomi cringed. “That's a very nice compliment, but it's just all shades of awkward, coming from you.” “And here we go again with the insults.” Idara started pulling back, shaking her head. “Just when I thought you were starting to have sense, boom, you took me by surprise!” “Hey, chill.” Yomi latched onto Idara's hand before she could go away. “I was not insulting you na. I was just-”

Maduka asked. "I don't like the smell, papa. It gives me a running stomach," Jidenna said, but continued to scratch the itching spot on his lap. "Running stomach," The man grunted and shifted on his small stool, "Remind me what that means again, because I have been applying that cream since I was just your age, yet I haven't woken up any day to chase my stomach."

But she already found another woman on his bed. Ida frowned, not understanding why the woman was mad. She doesn't know who this Black is either. But she didn't like the rude tone this woman was using. She sounded just like Claire when she was mad. Nasty and outright rude. Ida doesn't want to speak with anyone in this city. From the moment she landed in this city, all she got was bad to the worst experiences of her life.

His body was tense like a wounded spring and his muscles were tightly corded in tell tale signs of anger. He looked furious possibly livid with rage and past the point of being consoled. My lips thinned into a line. I was now puzzled. "Idris", l called as softly as l could while taking tentative and prolonged steps towards him. My palms were sweaty and l could hear my blood rushing through my ears and it made my breathing come out a little harsher.

Several minutes passed in that slow rhythm, the room filled with the sound of soft sucking and faint moans, plus the cool breeze from the air conditioner contrasting with the heat of their bodies. Lidya pulled back for a moment to breathe, her lips wet and red, smiling flirtatiously at Leon, "You last a long time thanks to the medicine. I like it... it tastes salty and hot, it makes me wet." She continued again, this time adding variety—deep sucking followed by long licks when she pulled out, the tip of her tongue playing in the sensitive hole with small circles, making Leon moan loudly, "Ahhh... Miss Lidya... I... almost..."