Moe Kare Novels & Stories

Zach had never met a parking rule he gave a shit about. As he got closer, the driver’s door opened, and Zach stepped out, 6 ft 3 of raw power and confidence… broad through the chest and shoulders, his black t-shirt stretched tight from years of underground MMA fights. His black hair was slightly messy like he'd dragged a hand through it on his way over, and those sharp piercing blue eyes locked on Noah immediately. Even in a simple black t-shirt and jeans, he looked like danger wrapped in sin and temptation.

Unexpectedly, Keiv chuckled. Maeve blinked. "Wait." "..." "Did you just smile?" "No." "You did." "Reflex." "Oh! So you actually know how to do that." "Don't tell anyone." "Do I get paid to keep it a secret?" "No." "Then I'm telling everyone! HAHAHA!" A few minutes later, Maeve placed a large bowl of Kare-Kare in the middle of the table. Freshly steamed rice followed. Along with shrimp paste... Iced tea...

"I have it on my calendar for six." "It's five-fifty," Bree said sweetly, glancing at her watch, and then, as if noticing Zara for the first time — though Ethan doubted that was true — added, "Oh. Sorry. Didn't realize you were in the middle of something." "We're working on a project," Ethan said. "Right. The housing thing." Bree's eyes flicked to Zara with a politeness so precise it had edges. "Zara Cole, right? I don't think we've officially met."

she mumbled looking at the door where Maa was already standing with amusement in her eyes. "My regards to her. Kiss her cheek, forehead, nose and everywhere for me on my behalf," he yelled before Mehr pressed the red button. "Where are you going to, young lady?" Maa raised her eyebrows because she can't raise one at a time which makes her to be so jealous of Mehr who can do it expertly. "Hajiyan Allah, I was just about to ask you if I can..." she trailed off not knowing how to put it even though it's not the first time she asked.

Yes, Life is not that easy but we'll get through it together. Leon Keith Ivory Keith Albert Keith Baby #2 Keith

Another wave hits no matter how much I take a new one still hurt like hell I take a deep breath then went down again "Grandpa I'm tired please" I cry falling flat on the ground I was panting like a wild animal my whole body ached why didn't I just go home like I was instructed to I clean my face with my gown which was already soaked I was tired,in pain, exhausted dehydrated name it After a while I realized Pa hasn't responded I haven't felt a shock wave six laps now looking in his direction he was in deep meditation I've seen him in this state before but I had to check for sure. I quietly crawl to him waving my hand in front of his face

She paused for a slight second, and looked around the room like she was checking to see someone. "My name is Akira, and I was sold to this man by my wicked stepmother. I've been dealing with living here with absolute carefulness, because I know that my next second isn't certain." She narrated. "So, what does he do? Why does people fear him?" I asked. Her mood suddenly changed. "Alpha Kieran, is the most evil and richest mortuary attendant. He kills, extract souls, imprisons spirits, and sells the bodies of his victims." She explained, and I gasped in shock.

Use me. Soren hesitated. His breath clouded before him. “If I do that,” he whispered, “I lose myself.” There was silence. Then Travian’s voice came softer, broken. Then maybe it’s time you learned who you really are. Soren drew the blade. The air split. The world bent around him. The first creature lunged — a streak of bone and shadow — but Soren was already moving. His blade met it midair, a sweep of gold that ignited the mist around them. The creature disintegrated — not into dust, but into memories.

I don't want a fight. "We have just been informed that the Mauricios are coming over for dinner." Julie responds. Mauricios? As in, the infamous Mauricios? Isn't that proud and arrogant bitch of theirs the same one who models with Ana Mazur? What's her name again? Tarah? Yeah, I think I got it right. Tarah Mauricio is her name. Her middle name should be Arrogance. I can't forget that one time she slapped a poor journalist on camera just because she asked her the same question twice. The way she parades her family's riches sucks! The way she carries herself with pride and superiority tops the endless list of why she, as a whole, sucks! Ooh, she even said once in a particular interview that sh

"Your moans only belong to me, I don't want anyone else to hear 'em." K reached for Jesse's wrist and removed his hand from her mouth. "Just put on some fucking music." She scoffed. "And make it loud." "Fucking music?" He couldn't help but chuckle with the unintended wordplay. "Alright, then. Fucking music it is." He reached for his phone from the back pocket of his jeans and connected it to the speakers in his office, all the while K nibbling and sucking on his neck, her legs still wrapped around his waist.