Novel & Cerita Male Face Claims

As the aftertaste of my climax subsided, I jumped down, wiped myself clean, and started wearing my clothes whilst the male just watched me from behind. "What's your name?" he asked and I suddenly had the urge to answer him, I really did but I restrained myself and scoffed "What? Have you fallen in love after having a taste of me? Well, mister let me remind you. We didn't have sex and guess what? We will never do that. It's true that you are handsome but you are not my type. I have seen guys, a lot of them that are pretty good-looking than you" I said but he snorted. "I don't believe you" that baritone voice of his that always drives me crazy sounded again and I resisted the urge to gulp. "Wh

Jeffrey Dad declared as speak on the microphone making a public declaration. “He has brought shame and has ridiculed me and my family publicly.” He said as he flared up with anger writing all over his face. “I'm a man and I appreciate God almighty for being a man and will never behave like a woman. Anyman who wants to behave and act like a woman should be sentenced to death by the parliament”. He said as his body shakes and his emotions begin to betray him.

Both of his hands were on his pockets and his grey sharp eyes were staring at us as if he was about to stab our chest. His forehead creased as his baritone voice made everyone stop. “A man and a woman isn’t enough to drag others attention. Let’s add another male for the photoshoot.” His eyes are piercing my flesh deep. “Should we hire another model sir?” Mrs. Kim with her confused expression asked. At that moment, Caleb and I are already standing next to each other. Why add another one? Wasn’t our performance satisfying? “There’s no need.” We shifted our gaze to him. Unbuttoning his suit, he said something that shocked the majority. “I will volunteer myself.” Wait------What?!

I would like to approach to see what they are doing, but I admit that I don't have the courage. - I won't play with her anymore, man. I swear to god! - a male voice shouts, sounding almost familiar. At this moment, one of the men steps aside, opening a breach in the circle so that I can see better. There is a man on the ground, kneeling, his face bloody. I can't identify him from his face, but when I see the spiky red hair, I know it's Max. My heart is beating three times faster. Oh my God!

There, in the center of the clearing, was a large rock that seemed to glow in the sunlight. Lucas took Jessica's hand and led her over to the rock. "This is the claiming stone," he said, his voice low and reverent. "It's where I claimed my position as alpha, and it's where I want to claim you as my mate." Jessica's heart skipped a beat at his words. She had heard of the claiming stone, but she had never seen it before. And now, Lucas was asking her to be his in the most primal and ancient way possible.

And I deserve an answer. "Just be honest," I say. "You're not going to hurt my feelings any more than you already have. I'm immune to your personality." That last part is a lie, but this is my opportunity to finally get an explanation, and I'm taking it. A muscle ticks in his jaw. "You shouldn't be consorting with your father's men." That's not an answer, and we both know it. "I don't think exchanging simple pleasantries can necessarily be called consorting," I scoff.

“What?” “I’m asking what’s your problem and what’s with the sudden change—” “You’re just being paranoid. I’m still Zero. I still fuck five times a day,” he replied. The man grinned. “Oh. Don’t fool around, Zero Cohen. Maybe the rumor was right.” His forehead creased and gazed at the man. “What rumor?” The man sipped on his glass and put it down before gazing back at him. “That you’re getting weak.” He arched his brow and played with his drink, turning the glass circularly. “Is that so? I don’t need to prove myself to be told as strong and a monster. Can’t a monster deserve some rest?” he asserted and scoffed.

He had on just a pair of blue boxers and a former white but currently blood and sweat soaked singlet. "My, oh my, now, how should I go about my entry," I thought out loud with an unconscious and certainly spooky grin, sure Marcus wouldn't hear from the distance. "How about you play with him a little bit. He kept yelling that we'd pay for this because we had no idea who we're dealing with. He claimed to be 'one of the best and trusted employees of the powerful Antonio Leonardo Robles'," Arnold informed with a chuckle. "Unbelievable. He has the audacity to still stick with that tattle tale," Lauren mumbled in disgust.

Across from me were Officer Wright and a female officer taking notes. “Name.” “Yvie Lane.” “Age.” “Twenty-eight.” “Occupation.” “Unemployed.” Officer Wright slammed his pen down on the table. The sharp sound cut through the room. “Yvie, I suggest you start telling the truth! There’s witness testimony and physical evidence. How long are you going to keep denying it?” I tilted my head slightly toward the direction of his voice. My tone was still calm. “May I ask, who is the witness? And what is the evidence?”

Juan nods his head. "Good boy." I pat his busted up face. "Who is the male you call Gringo? Before you utter that lie that's about to spill from your lips. Just know. I've been through the deepest darkest parts of your mind." He looks at Kieran, Gunner and Blaze. His mouth opens and closes quickly. When he opens his mouth again he mumbles. "Care to repeat that for the boys in the back. I don't think they heard you." The sorry sack of shit parading as a male spits in my face.