More Than A Body Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Isn’t it scary how our bodies are like machines? If something vital no longer works or is damaged, we can’t be repaired… life is… a chance. Who knows whose machinery will stop working or get a malware or malfunction or give up entirely…” “Are you really comparing the human body to a computer?” he asks, cocking a brow. “I am. And it’s fitting since we are at a hospital.” He sighs. “Yeah, and that’s why I need you to take care of your body, because you have a higher chance of getting damaged than I do.” I raise an eyebrow. “Right, and that’s why you're holding me so gently still? You wouldn’t treat a werewolf woman like this, now would you?”

It was better than letting her feelings rise. “I didn’t even do anything,” she whispered. “I walked next to him. That’s it.” Kennedy sat cross-legged on the edge of the couch. “This place doesn’t care what you did. They just need something to feed on. And Zane Carter? He’s prime meat.” Maya let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her hand trembled slightly around the cup. “I can’t go through this again.” Kennedy’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve been through this before?”

Red groans, his mouth ajar, forcing my eyes to fly open and look at his face. He's enticed, totally beguiled by the depth of our intimacy, our bodies molding with perfection. I hug his wider back tightly, kissing his neck, sucking and biting it, my nails deeply into his skin. Hungry creature I've become, and my bodyguard seems to fancy every bit of my perverseness. Red keeps pounding on me, deeper each time, slowly, then fast, again and again, his lips delicious on mine. Oh God! I moan nonstop, rocking my waist, devouring this feel of long anticipation coming to reality. He doesn't stop.

Small stones embedded themselves into my flesh and, mixed with my tears, caused excruciating pain—like salt being rubbed into my wounds. I writhed on the ground, howling in agony like a mad dog on the verge of death, while they laughed and mocked me. “An estate worth millions, and she thought she could take it from us. Let’s see if she lives long enough to spend a dime.” “Jenn, she’s not moving anymore. Do you think we went too far? What if this gets messy?” I felt a flicker of hope—maybe Marcus still had a shred of conscience left.

“This is unprecedented, obviously, but it’s the soul connection that’s important and eternal, not the body, right? You proved that when you made him a new body and put him in it.” “I think it’s safe,” Kai said. “But you can ask the girls if they can see anything if it makes you feel better.” “Yeah,” Thea said. She smiled. “Get naked already.”

Something about his tone tickled electrifying sparks down my shaft. Oh how I love my tops in control, demanding and commanding. I wasted no time in pulling my tee shirt over my head, unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and underwear in one swift. Willam relaxed into his seat, acting unaffected by what I’m doing. He kept his face void of any emotion or reaction but I didn’t miss how his eyes lingered on my dick before bringing it back to my face, which seemed like his favorite part of my body. ‘Weird’ I thought

Giovanni said, pointing at the CAD drawing. “ If we're going to build a solid mid-rise mixed-used building, we need a solid foundation. Just like us, Adina.” He leaned closer, his shoulder brushing against mine and the scent of a familiar fragrance, cedar and earth, filled my senses. My heart skipped a beat, but I straightened up, grabbing my and stabbed it at the blueprint. “ The only thing of mixed use here is your brain. Focus on the steel framing, and not my foundation.” The air was thick with unspoken tension, Giovanni didn't move, his gaze lingered on me. “ What if I want to focus on your foundation?” He murmured, his voice low.

“You’re not going to look? I think your ex-wife’s heart just shattered. It’s… kind of tragic.” I shook my head. “There’s no need for that. Some people, once lost, should stay lost. Going back is asking for unnecessary trouble.” “Oh?” she raised a brow playfully. “And what about people reunited after years apart, President Sargent? What do you plan to do about them?” I smiled faintly. “Well… That depends entirely on fate.”

I wished him that. Through all this distraction I forgot about my bodyguard’s eyes on me. They were still sticking onto my figure, following my every movement, no matter how small they were, he had everything in view. I sensed that his gaze maybe was even a bit too intense to be considered as normal for his position as “just” my bodyguard.

Wondering if there is someway to send her out of my body. "There is no way of sending me out of your body Pia, I also don't like sharing my body with a human, and am trapped in you that's why we are sharing your body, I also want to leave your miserable body but I can't, so get used to having a body mate." She said in a stern voice. I kept quiet meditating on the words she just said, why do I have to share my body with a socceress I don't know exist, I lose everything I own in life even my body have to be shared with a socceress.