Lincoln X Verosika Novels & Stories

Dollan and Verro have agreed that what they do is called a "special massage" **** Vero changed her position so that it was above Dollan, kissed the boss's lips again and adjusted her breath to return to normal. After feeling her breath back to normal, this beautiful woman inserts Dollan's cock into her vagina with a slow shake because the boss's cock is big and long.

Perhaps, just perhaps, Verasco's participation could provide some clues. "Good morning, great sir." Lion's forehead furrowed in surprise when he accidentally heard a sighing sound. He moved the phone a few centimeters away from his face to confirm the number he was connecting to. Verasco's name was written on the number. "Great lord?" Lion confirmed. [Yes. What is it?] [If you want to discuss the proposal. I can't. We still have plenty of time to talk about it sometime. I'm still in Canada like Zever wanted anyway].

“Are you trying to rebel on us, huh, Lincoln? Are you using Sheen to get the company from us?” “That’s not true!” Well, that’s actually kinda true. Lincoln cringed internally for lying. “What this is all about, Lincoln? When did you start thinking like this? Did that make you like this?” Lincoln can’t take it anymore. “It wasn’t mine!” There was silence for a moment before Mrs. Vega spoke again. “What do you mean?” “The sketchbook,” Lincoln glanced at it, “It wasn’t mine. It was Sheen’s.” Mrs. Vega scoffed. “And you’re actually think I would believe you—”

“Seriously? We both know you’re bluffing, Lucas. You’re out of your depth here. You don’t have the resources, the men, or the power to take me on. You’re just a desperate man grasping at straws.” “You’re right,” I said, my voice low and steady. “I don’t have an army, and I don’t have your resources. But what I do have is the love I have for Sienna. And if you think I won’t burn this whole world down to get her back, then you don’t know me at all.” Lincoln’s smirk wavered, but only for a split second. “I’m done with this conversation,” he said coolly, straightening his suit jacket.

on his side as an emotionless vampire. Unconsciously, Vero recoiled in fear and moved away from him. She looked towards the deserted paved streets of the city and bit her lip from within. “Verona.” Vero swallowed, hesitating to immediately respond to the call. “Verona, look at me.” “What?” Vero hid her fear behind her dismissive demeanor. She briefly glanced at Lev before turning away again. “Did you meet them?” Her body suddenly tensed. Her breath caught in her lungs, and as she exhaled, she said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The voice alone almost broke her. She looked up and there Lina was—older, sharper around the eyes, the same posture of someone who never fully relaxed. Someone who listened even when nothing was being said. “Lina,” Vera whispered as she slid into the seat across from her. For a second, neither of them spoke. They just stared. Measuring. Confirming. Making sure the other was real. Lina’s gaze moved fast—Vera’s face, her hands, the way she held herself too still. Her jaw tightened.

Startled, Vicky was about to resist when she heard a low voice whispering into her ear. "Vicky, it's me." Vicky recognized the voice and was slightly taken aback. "Lincoln?" she whispered. "What are you doing here?" "I have something to discuss with you." Lincoln motioned for her to enter the fitting room. Vicky looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to this side, so she took the coat and entered the fitting room before turning to look at Lincoln, who was wearing a mask and a hat. "Did something happen? Are we unable to leave the day after tomorrow?" she asked.

I looked at her and, for the first time, felt like I did not know her at all. Vera Lincoln was back. This time, there was no anxiety in her eyes, only a near-manic frenzy. She grabbed my mother's hand, her fingers turning white from the pressure. Her voice was urgent and hoarse. "Madam, ordinary honey isn't enough. He follows me around like a lapdog now. It's too… boring! I want something purer, something that will make him give me everything!" The word ‘give’ was emphasized like a viper's hiss.

“What are you really here for?” “I want to cooperate with you,” he said. “From what I know, Zac gave you ten million as hush money. He can toss you aside so easily only because he still has Voyager Tech. But if Voyager goes down, that ten million in your hands becomes crucial. Then he’ll be the one who can’t live without you.” Xena’s hand tightened involuntarily. She drew in a deep breath and looked up at him. “Mr. Lincoln, thank you for the advice,” she said icily. “But I don’t plan to be anyone’s pawn. You should find someone else.”

I closed my eyes, bringing my fingers to my temples, where I made a light massage. -No! He's married to Karla Estrabao. The woman was silent for a few seconds, perhaps thinking about who could be Karla Estrabao, when in a memory flash, Vero touched with the tip of her index finger on her head. -The Latina from the threesome? I leaned my body back again, leaning my back against the padded chair. -Yep, the one. Vero got up from her chair with a laugh that spread throughout the environment. -You are so fucked!