Moka Rosario Novels & Stories

He groans in pain. "Yah, my Rosa! How can you be so cruel to me?" "Feeling better now, Mr. Mafia?" She smirks, looking at him. "Is it proven that I have no interest in you?" He rolls his eyes while turning his gaze toward her. "Look, how pathetic you are. Always try to prove you're not weak." JK tries to sit but has problems with it. Seeing his struggle, Rosalia steps forward instantly to help him so that he doesn't face any problems while he sits. He shoves her hand instantly as she tried to help him. "Did I ask for your help?" "Y-you were having problems with—" "I'm warning you—never try to show me mercy! You have no interest in me; why do you care?" His sudden burst makes her silent this

He thought that the woman is just pretending to be innocent and cute to get his attention, but it turns out that she really is clueless about the party. “Do you want me to explain it to you?” Darrem asked the obvious question. Serene nodded. “Yes, please.” Darrem smiled a bit, his dimples showing, but the light was a bit dim now so it was hard to see. He really liked the way she say please to him. “The whole Casa Roma used a card door lock system. That ticket that cost 2000 bucks has two access, one on the party, and another to the hotel room. You need to swipe the ticket on the card reader to register your ticket and to open doors. Casa Roma is not really a hotel but a semi-motel, because t

"Sirakusa. Spend the night there." One more lick silenced Rose. The night of love that she had spent, Rose would never forget in a heartbeat. Rose loved the way Theo held her body so tightly that she loved the attention. That was even before they spent the night in Sirakosa. A city that was Theo's fiefdom, taken from Mr. Alejandro.

Nicolaus. Water pelting down my body from the shower I was under. My hips stuttered as my left hand gripped my Cock firmly. While my right lay flat on the wall to hold me steady as I pumped myself continuously. The image of the magnificent woman named. Rose caused my body to shudder in pleasure. Her curved, but lithe figure and smooth, brown skin. The light of her slender brown eyes and her irresistible smile beamed with radiance. Her beautiful dreadlocks that I wanted to grip in my hands as I missed her luscious lips. The memory of her seeped into my brain.

I drank three or four glasses trying to relax and let go of what was happening. And that's when I saw him. when I realized that the animal stood up with her. It could only be a mistake, my eyes were deceiving me. it was not possible that such a disgrace could have happened right before my eyes, like a plane crashing in the middle of the woods, like a very ugly car accident! Damn, my heart raced. He stood smiling at me with a devilish face, raised the cup again, and Mirella looked at him with shining eyes, looking so delighted.

wika ni Gringo matapos malunok ang bikig na humarang sa kanyang lalamunan. Matiyaga ngang naghintay ang babae. Yapos pa nga nito ang katawan na sinuotan ng manipis na robang puti. Rosario was endearingly modest. Kahit na ilang ulit pa niyang sabihin na perpekto ang katawan nito, she still insisted on hiding her nudity after each lovemaking session.

Rosario couldn't stop raving about the amount of food the lady ordered for us. "Wow, the food here is so delicious. Thank you for the treat," said Rosario, who couldn't stop eating the black noodles she ordered. "Eat plenty, hija." "Thank you, Ma'am. My friend is so lucky to have you as her future mother-in-law." I looked up at Rosario. I hadn't told her that this was Argo's mom. I just shrugged it off, knowing she must have seen the live broadcast of Argo and Florisse's supposed wedding.

“Wait. Is Rose blonde, tall and slender? Has fair skin and hazel eyes?” “It’s amber, not hazel,” I corrected. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Are you out of your mind? She’s part of Cosa Nostra, or did you forget? Rosaline Guerra is off-limits to you, brother. Always has been. Don’t tell me you took that as a challenge.” “She was never a fucking challenge,” I roared back. “She’s part of Cosa Nostra?” Ma breathed, utterly shocked. “I thought she was an outsider.”

—I shuddered— “I don’t envy Dario for marrying into that family. Rocco says the cartel will double-cross us. He doesn’t trust them.” Rosa, one of Mother’s maids, appeared, carrying a tray with two mimosas. “Mrs. Moretti.” She handed one to me. “Mrs. Pesci.” She handed one to Giorgia. We waited until the maid walked away before bringing our glasses together with a giggle. “To the alliance,” my cousin said. After a sip, I shook my head. “Rocco would be furious to know I was even pretending to support it.” My cousin looked at the glass in my hand. “How would he feel about your third mimosa before noon?”

Kazal stared far into the distance to see rows of semi-detached houses across the road, some contraption that could move like horse carriages were parked on the side of the road, and people are wearing clothes unfamiliar to his eyes. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a couple walking down the street. A big smile were plastered on their faces as they paced together, with a cup of a dark coloured liquid, presumably coffee, in their hands. What attracted Kazal wasn’t due to their smiles, or the topic of their chatters, his eyes were glued to the hem of their checker long coat that that flowed freely against the blowing wind. One of them is wearing a darker brown colour than the other, yet those o