Master Novels & Stories

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he barked taking me by the arm and pushing me towards the exit. Oh, he definitely found the sole of his shoe. “Well, that´s where you are wrong, pretty boy.” I getting off his grip and going to the desk to sit in his chair and look at him sardonically “I'll leave when we finish talking.” “Olivia.” he took a deep breath as he said my name through clenched teeth “your contract is with Purple Dream, not with Be Productive, therefore...”

Myra decided to change her clothes before joining the lunch. After taking shower she looked at herself in the mirror. A 22 year old girl's reflection got reflected. A girl with 5 feet 11 inch height, ocean blue eyes, golden brown hair, perfect jawline and slim but masculine figure. People used to tell her that she is the mini version of Minerva. Myra sometimes thought in her mind, she really has very few features from her father Rana Pratap. Maybe only a bit of face cutting she has got. She wore a half sleeve t-shirt, with a black skinny jeans.

Maze's "Gab! C'mon! You can't be like this! Haven't you learned your lesson?" Mark and I were waiting for Top outside the bar when we heard Mike scolding a drunk Gab. Kevin and Mike are helping each other to carry him as he is too drunk that he can't even walk properly and just keeps on muttering incoherent words. I looked at Mark and he seemed worried but not about Gab but Mike. I can see Mike and Kevin having a hard time carrying him as he was a big guy.

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

Brains are the real sex organ. "OK this sounds really fun, like the stuff of fantasy. I will play. However, I'm giving you a safeword in case you ever decide that I am doing something that you don't want me to do." "That won't happen. I am sure about this, Will." "I'm giving you one anyway. It will make me feel safer playing this game with you. The safeword is 'aardvark'. If you ever say it, the game is over for a month. After a month, you can opt back in if you want."

“Yes?” “Sorry to bother you, sir, but Maximillian French has the information you asked for him to find.” “Already?” I ask. That was quick. I only gave the assignment to Max about fifteen minutes ago. I wouldn’t have been able to do that if Thompson were on time. “Yes, sir.” “Send him in, please, Cindy,” I say, having a feeling that the information he is going to present to me will to make me even angrier. Max is about ten years older than me and works in the IT department. He is as trustworthy and reliable a man as I’ve ever known. He comes in with a file in his hands, as I expect.

Ekoro, and she turned back to see her star student, Cody Yan. Something was fishy about what Cody said,and Mrs. Ekoro didn’t seem like she was buying the story. She asked Arlene to show her the book, and luckily for her she had an empty note with her, so she got them out with shaky hands. Mrs. Ekoro flipped through the book, and when she found nothing in it, she pressed further on the issue. She asked Cody if it was really his, because it was purple and had butterflies all over. Cody said he loved butterflies and he got the new book because of his lead role, he had a lot to study and memorise. Well that did the trick.

I feel more lubricant drip down my shaft and Mollie slowly sinking down causing me to buck my hips at how sensitive I felt. She slowly rides me and I moan against Jessie's slit. I try to lift my hips to get more friction, but my feet were tied. I whimper and Mollie starts riding me like lightning. My body trembles under them both and I feel my cum drip out of Mollie as she rides me into oblivion. I was finding it difficult to keep focus and Jessie climbs off me.

Chapter Seven The Blackmailer Sebastian “Do not let anyone come in, I want to be alone for now,” I told my manager, Ray, as I headed for my office. We had been working on a multimillion-dollar project for weeks, preparing the presentation for the client, which was just a few weeks away. I needed everything to be perfect, as the contract meant a lot to me. I had been trying to draft the presentation on my own, but I couldn't; my mind kept swaying with different thoughts.