Mano Azabache Novels & Stories

She had lost hope a while ago and she doesn't plan on getting it back anytime soon, not when it means that she would open herself to be hurt by others. "For the plans to be in motion, it will take some time but know this, I will do everything in my capability to make that time and its effects short for you lot. No more going to bed hungry." The man boomed as the crowd cheers again. Penelope watched with vivid interest as the man brought out a sack of something heavy, thrust his hand inside and threw some of the contents on the people gathered. He is crazy… was… was that… Gold? Penelope couldn't believe her eyes. It took the crowd a minute to register what happened before pandemonium broke ou

She was about to withdraw her hand as she his grey orbs were just looking at her with utmost intensity making her to go all wait. "Azh..." She whined his name as when she was withdrawing her hand he took it and made it directly touch his shaft making her gasp loudly. "It's all yours babe..." Azhan said as he made her fingers to turn around his shaft. It was so big that she couldn't hold that completely. She needed two hands to grab it. "Touch it all you want hn! I am all yours..." Azhan said in a low whisper as her body started shaking when she looked up at him with big dove eyes her other hands moved forward to

That accent was recognizable anywhere. *Zach stepped closer, his form now completely visible, clad with a dark jacket with the hood pulled over his head, dark pants, and black boots. His stride was long and deliberate as he walked towards me. My instincts screamed at me to run, but all I could do was back away. But he continued to advance, his step matching mine and yet still walking closer.*

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

*** MANCINI *** The laugh died in her lungs when I plowed into her hard enough to send her head into the headboard. "Who the fuck is he?" I didn't give her a chance to answer, just kept fucking into her until her pussy juiced and I knew she was right there with me. I brought her off time and again all the while chasing the image from my head.

Azael tried to kill him, and now he will try to kill him, in the worst possible way. -What are you talking about?- I ask in a shaky voice. -Killing you. His daughter. It's what would hurt the most. Azael seems to lose patience. He raises his fist and stamps it on the wall, making a huge hole. I feel the tears fall down my cheeks but I wipe them away right away. Don't feel, don't cry. Then he grabs the man in the shirt and lifts him off the ground with just one hand. -Tell us where Monique is right now or I swear I cut the heads of your children and your wife to pieces. And you ... don't want to know- His voice burns with rage. He is out of himself. The man no longer finds the situation so fu

“and my youngest son, Luca. “Good afternoon,” I greeted, my head down. “A pleasure to meet you all, especially you, Anaya. I am Dante, the oldest as of present,” he leaned, took my hand and kissed the back of my palm, “and these are my siblings, Raffaele, Nico, Leonardo, Adrian and Serena, our youngest,” he gestured to each of them. “It is a pleasure to meet you, too” After that, the afternoon went on smoothly. Then a crash, cups and plates breaking, refreshments spilled and the maids they loked utterly horrified.

Aranjo still closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the man's body that was stuck right in his. Aranjo's tiny hand was placed on the King's chest, but still not moving. Something belonging to the King, attached to the abdomen of Aranjo began to react. This made Aranjo open her eyes and look up at the King who was so tall that Aranjo was only as tall as the man's chest.

I protested, trying to wiggle out of their grasp, but neither of them responded to my complaints. I wanted to wallow in my tragic misery just a little longer, refusing to let go of the sadness just yet. “What peace of mind?” Aziz shot back, his voice sharp. “Are you an ant or a human, Manolya? Even the ants are more attentive and diligent than you are being right now!”

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