Makomo Kny Novels & Stories

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

He pulled Camila close trawling kisses on her neck. “roman, not now, our child can hear you” she said to him. He stopped and looked at her with amusement dancing in his eyes. “does that mean I cant kiss you” he whispered to her. “quietly” she whispered back. He nodded, pressing his lips against hers softly so their child won’t hear. “what are you two doing?” a voice asked startling the two of them. They jumped apart and stared at the new comer. It was Kylie. She was staring at them with a mischievous look on her face.

There was uncertainty in her eyes, something fragile, but she did not move away. She nodded. That was enough. For now. "You're mine too... you understand that, right?" she replied softly, her voice deeper than before, mimicking his . Kane let out a low chuckle. "Yeah, princess. I'm yours too." ⸻ The city streets were still damp from the storm the night before, the air cool and clean. Kane's black Aston Martin rolled to a smooth stop in front of Mona's apartment building. She played with the hem of his t shirt before turning toward him.

I mean jock. Especially some football playing Neanderthal who obviously thinks he's god's gift to the female population of Barnett University. Ugh. Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll pass. A proposition of a sexual nature from the likes of Roan King… I accept! KingOfCampus.com With my head bent forward, my caramel colored hair falls over my face like a thick curtain, shielding it from view. Tapping my foot nervously, I wait until Mr. Abs of Steel swaggers his way up front to speak with the professor. Just as I’m about to make a break for it, he saunters back over to his desk before picking up his backpack and strolling out the door like he has all the time in the world.

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

He wears deerskin leggings and beaded, knee-high moccasins. Kamama’s hair is just as striking—loose, so long it brushes the floor when she moves, decorated with feathers and braids. A leather thong pulls it away from her face. She looks a lot like Kanati—maybe a relative? Same age, same features. She wears a wraparound skirt that hits just above the knees, and a fur-like cape that’s open in front and ends at her elbows. Other than the moccasins, that’s… it. Her breasts bounce with every step.

I could tell from their eyes that those who were jailed were from Kósmima – they looked fatigued and had a dull look in their eyes. Tears started forming in the corner of my eyes. I didn’t know why I was feeling so sad seeing this playing out. As the video progressed, there came a woman with jet black hair, raising a cube. I didn’t understand what it was, but I had chills from looking at it. It burned bright and the five knights that were facing her suddenly dropped to the ground, the man in the center with a buzz-cut hair stood staggering, facing the woman who was smiling.