Mas Bro Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bro:you don't need that babe trust save your tears he's not worth it infact he doesn't deserve you. My brother's eyes were glued to bayanda okay something is fishy for sure. NTANDOKAZI MABASO POV If not ndumiso depriving me to sleep i lay awake the entire night but I wont say I don't like what he's to me I felt his hand rubbing my clit a soft moarn escape my mouth he turn me around to look at him and he slowly entered me 8 felt his dick on my pussy walls he roared i just love it when ge does this his voice have an affection on me I swear he slowly thrusted in me because he doesn't wanna heart me that's what he told me maybe its because of the pains I'm currently having its been 4 months now

Alpha Greg Brody and his men had been ruthless last night. You would have thought they were pissed off or something! I have lost nearly half of my Warriors. To add insult to injury, I got a mind link telling me Brody's men are throwing dead bodies over my borders. I told my warriors to burn the bodies. Because there wasn't a damn thing else I could do.

Jessa Moore POV "Now you finally see it, Brooke! Grant's true mate bond has always been locked onto my boy Mars, not that fake snake Brooke Caldwell!" Brooke stands there completely speechless, his massive jaw tightening as he crosses his thick, tattooed arms over his bare chest, just watching me blast him with the truth. When I finally run out of breath, he shifts his weight on the wooden floor and mutters, "Are you still trying to get that moonshine, or are you just here to howl?"

“Those fuckers! Those motherfuckers!” He rushes out of the room. ============== Sasha Popov POV I knock on the damn door. I just wanted to find out where the fuck Sofia is. I hated this part of my job. The door opens. I nearly smile when my target opens the door. Mattia Greco’s little brother. Marco Greco. The poster boy for thug life. He was covered in tats. In a wife beater and a washed-out blue jean. “What do you want?” he asks. He reeks of stale beer and cheap cigarettes.

’ My father tells him. He storms off pushing past me on his way out. I look at my beautiful mate, “I’m sorry, my brother and I had an argument this morning and I guess he’s not over it” I say to try to cover what just happened, whatever did just happen that is! She nods, as if she’s accepting the explanation I’ve given. I lead her towards where my parents are sitting, “Al-“ I trail off. “Mum, dad this is Misha, my nee but very good friend” I say grinning at her like a crazy man. Goddess my cheeks are hurting from all this smiling already.

Take no prisoners. No one in the little town would believe that the tattooed, bike-riding hedonist as his mom was fond of calling him was actually a high-powered businessman who demolished anything that stood in his way. He liked it that way. Liked giving people the wrong impression so that when he sprung what the fuck he really was on them, it was too late.

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

I just opened my arm and said, " Bro!!" He smiled and hugged me Another knock on the door interrupted us. " Ohh this won't stop today." Malik sighed, annoyed. He opened the phone, " Who?" " Sir, Joshua and Theodore." " Come in." He said, unlocking the door They got in with fear filling their eyes " There he is! Take your time." Malik said, pointing at me, then grabbed his phone and went out. I open my big arms for both of them again. " My bros!! " I said cheerfully.

“ Little brother , you sure have quite a timing . “ said Massimo with a smirk when he saw the loss expression on his brother’s face . “ ……..Y……Yeah… “ said Marc still getting himself together after what he saw . “ Was there any urgent business you wished to discuss with me ? “ asked Massimo pleased . “ I….No , there was nothing that urgent . “ said Marc . “ …Is that so ? “ said Massimo smirking devilishly .

“Give me a break.” Both girls laughed and walked inside to get the snacks. “Help me with the chairs, will ya?” he asked. Patch grabbed two lounge chairs, and pulled it over toward the other ones. “How is your mom?” Patch met his stare. “Not good. She’s out of rehab, and I almost got shot today because she stole some guy’s wallet.” Lucas scoffed. “Damn, bro. Why didn’t you call me?” “Ah, Daz pulled up after I took the gun from him. I had it under control.”