Mano Azabache Novels & Stories

"This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!" She's still grinning, too delighted to care. "What? I got it on my way here. It's not my fault I have to work night shifts." I roll my eyes. "Norah!" someone calls out. "Oh, shit. Can you hold on to this for me for a while?" She shoves the item into my hands before I can refuse and I stare at her retreating figure in disbelief. Norah is the strangest person I've met. And if she wasn't my best friend, I would have sworn she was a witch because of all the weird stuff she's into. But she's such a sweet, innocent person, I don't know what I'd do without her.

His. He kept on kissing me as he eased slowly into me. I gasped at the intervention. It was such an alien sensation. And it felt good. I clenched my eyes shut, willing myself not to remember Zach. "Look at me." Mariano ordered. "I want you to look into my eyes as you come. Look at the man who's going to own this sweet pussy for the rest of your life." My eyes fluttered open. No Zach. Just Mariano. His green orbs were heated, blazing, even a little darker than usual.

That should come with warning labels. Suddenly my core clenched with anticipation, but at the same time, fear of pain flooded my mind. Lorenzo’s hands started rubbing my ass, digging his fingers in with force and domination, like he was searching for the best angle to hold me while he buried it in me. My back arched when he slid down my crack, slipping fingers under the thong and rubbing my ass directly, then my slick pussy. “Sshh, you’re so wet... were you like this while you were explaining the price of the Arganza?”

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

Then the Beta stepped forward with a daughter at his side—tall, polished, wearing a ceremonial gown like she’d been born into it. Selah Dorne. Her scent rolled across the clearing like roses over rot—too sweet, too sharp, too deliberate. Kieran faced her without looking away from me. “I accept Selah Dorne,” he said, as if the words didn’t cost him anything. The priest hesitated—then lifted the bowl, forced by politics, by pressure, by the pack’s watching eyes. The Moonwater shimmered. And then— It turned black. A ripple spread across the surface, dark as bruised ink.

an Asian looking man who’s just as hot as YS but way older says as he comes to shake both mine and Viktor’s hands. “Ya-Long” he says introducing himself “The Yakuza stand at your disposal Dona De Leone” he bows with a top of his head then takes his leave followed by six muscular men I take mental snapshots of to save in my spank bank. “Your drooling doll” Vic whispers in my ear before kissing the top of my head. “Why do you do that” I ask looking up at him. “I’ll tell you later” he shrugs then says “Or eventually, maybe” I elbow him in the side playfully as another man approaches.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

I flinch every time the other man’s sword brushes Azazel. It looks like a close call until Azazel knocks the man down and disarms him. It’s like watching a beautiful, graceful but deadly dance. The crowd erupts into loud cheers and chant his name in homage as Azazel gives a humble bow and steps out of the ring. He’s almost past the crowd when his eyes meet mine. At first, I think he’s going to walk up to me, but then he shakes his head and continues to walk towards Sahara’s table.

- I came to talk. “I understand,” the man raised his eyebrows slightly mockingly. - Will you? He pointed to the jug, and the girl nodded. Aznar stood up, deftly cut off the cork with a paper cutter, and poured the wine into a goblet. Larana froze: the man was so close that she could smell him. So familiar, maddening, with notes of bitterness and freshness. He handed her the glass, and she took it carefully, flinching slightly as their fingers touched.