Novel & Cerita Marni Mann

People pretended a lot these days—herself included. The elevator stopped at the ninth floor, its doors pried open, revealing the figure of a man, whose brown hair was messy and wet but fell on his face in the most amazing way. His deep blue eyes stared into hers as he drew heavy but sharp breaths. His light blue shirt was folded to the elbow level, revealing his muscly and veiny arms that held the elevator's door. She felt a tingling sensation course through the sinful parts of her gracious body. Time seemed to have stopped for Maria. Who was this man and why did he look like the gods had spent a month perfecting his looks?

Oh how I can't wait to be the head of this whole empire when we finally get married? In the evening, the time of our appointment already approaching, I went to my appointment with the competitor of our company. Martine is also in the game, but she does not show herself to our pigeon. She is standing at a table to our right. She will be in charge of taking pictures of us. I am fully confident that we are reaching our goal. I look forward to seeing Dinam getting out of our life for ever.

Really similar. "Minato?" Her breasts received a sudden burst of pain. The strange man played with the soft curves of her breasts, painting on the sensitive nipples for a good warm-up. His head bent down to nibble one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked softly, causing her to shiver and curl up in a groan. Stopping suddenly, he whispered into Marris' ear with a raspy, enchanting voice: "If you mention that name again tonight... I'll kill you"

• Her guards form a literal wall when she walks. • She thanks every one of them by name. Who the fuck does that? I pulled up a picture of her daughter next. Allegra Mancini. A face that mirrored her mother’s features , and she was married to Scott Fucking Mancini. There was a shot of her stepping out of a car, hand tucked into the elbow of Scott Mancini. The Underboss of the Cosa Nostra. A man who slit throats with the same casualness most people ordered coffee.

They maintained their positions with military precision, a small reminder that this wasn’t just a celebration, it was a display of power. Standing on the raised platform at the head of the room was Antonio Marino. His sharp Armani suit and perfectly styled hair framed a face that could intimidate and charm in equal measure. At 26, he was already a name whispered in respect and fear throughout the underworld. By his side stood Daisy Fontana, her soft blonde hair flowing freely over her shoulders, her blue gown clinging to her delicate body. She radiated beauty and elegance.

But now, I suddenly missed Ryan. “What's wrong, beauty?”, the boutique owner asked with concern when she saw my smile had dropped. I tried to feign a smile. I could not let some words that Alexander said to me get me visibly annoyed. “It's nothing”, I said. “You don't like the dress?”, the boutique owner asked, walking over to me. She was so sweet. “No, no”, I said. “The dresses are beautiful. I am just having a tough time picking the best.” “How about we just say our favourite”, Mia said. “We will be brutally honest with our picks. Whichever gets the highest vote will be considered as the best and that's what our dear Miss would pick. How is that?”

He just merely accords him respect as the head of the family. The boutique was a small building located at the other end of town. I was surprised that Marcello could patronize a brand that was not Armani. The man even wears Armani to bed. The designer, a small statured Asian Woman called Viv, who looked to be in her mid-forties, smiled at us as soon we walked into the place. She pulled Marcello into a hug and he bent to accommodate her, chuckling. “ Marcel! So good to see you, aga( Korean for baby)

His eyes came to me immediately. “My wife,” Adrian said. Even. Unhurried. Like the words cost him nothing. Professor Marsh looked at me with an expression that rearranged itself quickly from surprise to something more practised. “Elena,” I said. I extended my hand. “It is a pleasure.” He shook it. His smile lived on the surface and did not go deeper. “You kept this quiet,” he said to Adrian. “I keep most things quiet,” Adrian said. The man laughed too loudly.

His friendly smile put me at ease. “So…first day at college and you are already in trouble. You must be a bad girl,” Eddie winked. “No way! I was just running late, that’s all,” I giggled nervously. “I am joking. My name is Eddie, as you heard Ms. Barns say. What’s your name?” Eddie asked me. “Marina,” I replied. “Marina, what a beautiful name. It suits you.” Eddie smirked. “Tha…thanks,” I stammered. Ugh, why did I have to be so shy about everything? Eddie didn’t seem like the kind of guy who likes a mumbling idiot.

“Ummm … “ I looked across the room as far as my eyes could see, but I didn’t see Prince. ‘I think so. I’m not sure … “ I bit my lips. “I’m supposed to meet my husband here.” “What’s his name?” “Prince Crivelli” “Oh! Crivelli. Right this way Mrs. Crivelli.” As I followed her across the room, I instantly regretted not dressing up fancy. Even the maxi dress would be more appropriate. Everyone was dressed fancy; I was the only odd one out. As a result, I received intense stares from all of them as I walked past. My knees were shaking as if I had just been placed in front of an auditorium filled with people to deliver a speech on sex or some awkward topic. I passed a table with an old man who stu