Mi Precioso Novels & Stories

Except for the high-pitched cheers from her three minions. I open my eyes in horror. Amber won!? People chose Amber over me!? "Congratulations, Amber. You're the 2021/2022 Prom queen. " The president announces as she hugs Amber, and I watch Amber beam with hideous smiles as she accepts the crown and flowers. I watch as she walks over to Damien, and locks hands with him. "Thank you both for contesting. We arranged something for you though. "The president says as she hands Riele and me big baskets filled with heaven knows what.

She responded with a smile and settled onto my lap. Her derriere nestled comfortably against my warmth, and a deep sigh escaped my lips as her hands wrapped around my neck, drawing herself closer to me. "Mio prezioso (My precious)" she murmured, her voice a tender whisper. I smiled and rubbed my nose against hers, savoring the closeness. Her satiny lips brushed against my cheeks, and a series of sweet kisses were placed on my eyelids, scars, and marks. The gentle touch felt incredibly soothing, spreading a numb warmth throughout my body. I leaned into her, craving her tender kisses.

Only a man who is worthy of us can see the value we truly possess. "It does matter. He broke your heart. You are allowed to grieve. You are allowed to eat chocolate and watch bad movies. And that's exactly what we're going to do. I'll call Freddie, and have him send over the best chocolate. Model Perfect lets the models get special childcare samples from around the world, but only at Christmas time." Rosa agrees with a twitch of a crooked smile. She sits on the couch in my room and crosses her arms. Within twenty minutes, Freddie is at the house with a box of special chocolates.

"How about you get out" ©Pop Precious

He sat down in the guest room waiting for her. He didn't wait for long when he heard juwairiytah's footsteps approaching the room in her cat walking manner. He looked at her from head to toe. Admiring how beautiful she looks in her navy blue ankara with red strips. He noticed this days that she's more beautiful, not knowing that "aikin hajiya azumi ne na gyarata in and out". She didn't apply any make up which made her look cute in a super amazing way.

Jewel smirked in return, loving how her mum had handled it. Pearl was an eighteen years old final year student of Elites Academy. She was one of the most loved student in her set and the Female Sport Prefect because of her athletic prowess and what not. Jewel was a sixteen years old girl which a very great imagination and an adventurous behavior. Unlike her sister, she wasn't into much athletics but was very good at high jump. She also had a very sharp tongue.

She nods at me, “We not going to be that busy tonight?” But it seems that Mike has something else planned, “Table three in VIP wants a round. You girls better behave. They are very good customers.” Mike hands us more bottles of tequila and JD and sends us off. “They have bought your time tonight. Unless you need the ladies, do not even think of leaving that table.” In all my time here, I have never taken to notice of the table numbers. I really hope these guys aren’t a bunch of creeps…Finally, finding table three…These guys are a bunch of creeps!

“Because you’re now mine. If Dario chooses anyone else, you’ll be a widow before he has a chance to fuck you.” That wasn’t the answer I was expecting. “What about Em?” I asked. “He can find his own woman. I’ve found mine.” Once again, he kissed my knuckles. “Preciosa.” “What does that mean?” “It means beyond beautiful—precious.” “Rei,” I said, “please don’t get caught leaving my room. Dario and Catalina are the double doors beyond mine.” “See, Jasmine. He knows your value. It’s why he keeps you close.” He leaned over and laid a kiss on the top of my head. “No kissing anyone else. You’re mine.”

Her jewel-bright eyes raked over him in a tempestuous surge. “You may not be very tall but in your own special way, you’re quite magnificent,” Diego remarked, his brilliant gaze welded to her with raw appreciation. He mounted the stairs with the subtle predatory grace of a big game hunter closing in on a target. “I missed you, mi preciosa mujer. (‘my precious woman’) I missed you so much.” Ù “I couldn’t care less!” she launched back down at him even though she knew she did care very much and her angry voice echoed round the landing like a crash of feminine thunder. “It’s at times like this that I hate you!”