Mello X Near Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Ah fuck, Ambrose. Harder." "Shit, Matt. You feel so good, fuck." "Harder, please. I'm going to cum." The sounds of pounding and moaning echoed in the room, filling the air of the empty night. It didn't take long for Matthew to cum all over his chest and- *ring* *ring* *ring* Matthew groaned in annoyance and blindly grabbed his phone before answering it. "Hello?" He groggily answered.

Meanwhile, in another part of town, Mel was scrolling through her social media feed when a picture of Xavier and Davina on a romantic date caught her eye. They were sharing a candlelit dinner at a charming restaurant, smiles lighting up their faces. The caption read, "Date night with my love ❤️." Mel's anger flared instantly, but beneath that anger was a deep sense of determination. She had once been Xavier's girlfriend, and their breakup had left wounds that had never fully healed. Seeing Xavier with Davina, seemingly in love, ignited a fiery ambition in Mel.

“You don’t get in without a plus-one." Before I could argue, I felt a grip clamp down on my shoulder. I turned, and Knox’s face was way too close, skin-warmth close. His breath brushed mine and suddenly, my heart did something it had no business doing. It Spiked. “Alright then, little cherry,” he said, tapping my back. “We leave for the south end tomorrow. Go get some rest now.” “Don’t call me that!” “What?” he said with a smirk. “Cherry? Thought you ‘don’t fuckin’ care,’ remember?”

POV Millie X is parked in the front of the apartment building in a nice-looking black car. I open the door and he’s got an earpiece in talking to someone. I stay quiet and try not to eavesdrop but it’s literally impossible because I’m right next to him. I grab my phone for distraction, I got a text from Steph about an hour ago.

She attacked him and killed him right away before he could even respond, Xoxo happily tag along with Miles the whole day, they went to the company together and returned home together. "Miles, who is Mora's Mask, I would love to meet him, he is signed under you, when can I see him?” she asked anxiously. Miles smiled helplessly, “he doesn't come to the company, you can only see him at concerts” Xoxo pouted, “are you tricking me?” Miles couldn't understand how Fenghuaug was able to put up with Xoxo's tantrums, “oh-no” he retorted.

“Who is ‘M’, Maeve?” Real fear washes over me, not for me, but for Meadow and Tate. I press my lips together even tighter and refuse to answer. He turns the phone toward me, and I can see that there is a large ‘M’ on the screen. M for Meadow. T for Tate. They’re not fancy code names, but it was the best I could do on short notice. The phone stops ringing and a moment later there’s a ping. Xander watches me as he turns the phone back to look at it.

He said. I rolled my eyes and slung my arm around his shoulders and he desperately tried to get away from me. "Just say what you have to say right now. And I smell good, btw. My sweat smells good." I told him as I pull him closer to me. "Ugh, fine. Oscar the Grouch." He said before handing me the folder. "These are the shipment coming in for tomorrow. We're expecting twenty million worth of cocaine. No more no less." I unwrapped my arm around his shoulder as I open the folder to review the details of the shipment. "It's from Sero? Well, we don't need to worry too much then."

“Miguel, it’s Xander.” “Alexander, what can I do for you?” The DA sounded surprised to hear from him. “I was thinking we should grab a drink, are you free right now?” Xander’s voice was suggestive and for a moment Miguel was silent. “There’s a pub on 59th street that serves craft beer.” Miguel suggested, knowing the spot was frequented mostly by tourists and college kids. “I’ll meet you there in thirty minutes.” Xander smirked to himself. “Sure.” Miguel affirmed and disconnected the call.

Some minutes later, my phone buzzes again. Location shared. Huh? He's actually… serious? I stare at it for a second longer than I should. I know this place. Two streets away, the outdoor gym plus playing ground. I grab my jacket and don’t even think twice. I won't know if it's a prank until I get there. The night air is sharp against my skin. A full moon hangs heavy overhead, casting the streets in silver and shadow. I take the long way. Past the bookstore, around the silent fountain, cutting through the back alley until the outdoor gym looms ahead—quiet, almost eerie at this hour.