Novel & Cerita Moulin Rouge Sparkling Diamonds

“Rouge... harder, please—” I panicked. I needed to get out. I took a shaky step backward, my hand reaching for the doorknob. Rouge stopped. He froze completely mid-thrust, his thick, rigid length still buried deep inside his woman. The woman looked confused. Slowly, terrifyingly, Rouge turned his head over his scarred shoulder. His eyes weren't silver. They weren't icy blue. They were a burning, lethal crimson. The moment his gaze locked onto mine, I felt that again, I am in danger...

She lets out a low laugh but is still cautious. "It's hard to relax when you're analyzing me like a wolf looks at a lamb." I smile, picking up the glass of mineral water the waiter just served. "If I were a wolf, I would have already attacked." The sommelier returns with a bottle of Château Margaux 2015—a full-bodied red, with notes of cassis and tobacco that will pair perfectly with our dishes. While he serves, I watch Elizabeth. She studies the ruby liquid in the glass with curiosity, swirling it slightly before bringing it to her lips.

he offered her with his hand out and tilted his head towards the café. She turned her head to look at him and the hand he was offering. Unexpectedly, she smiled brightly in delight, took his hand, and dragged him in. The moment they stepped inside, the smell of ground coffee infiltrated his nose like soldiers marching to a battlefield, immediately awakening almost all of his senses. The jazz music blaring on the speakers was refreshing, and the enchanting fragrance of newly cooked light snacks and dessert was making him hungrier than he was earlier. He roamed his eyes around to take a better look at his surroundings, and the rustic-designed hanging lights and pots of plants hanging on the ce

"Anyway, I'll catch you later, I've got a future Alpha to introduce." Ellie didn't even wait for a reply before she turned on her heel and walked over to someone who was waving to her. "Alright then. Bye," I muttered to myself as I walked over to the table where the alcohol was and grabbed a glass of champagne. I already knew this was going to be an interesting evening and it hadn't even started.

He had just proved that he saw her as a prostitute, Champagne wondered if he was just naturally stupid. She had returned his money to prove her point, and he went a head to ask her to sell herself to him. Champagne walked over to his desk and placed the money on it. "Sorry but am not for sale " She whispered bitterly. Champagne wagged her finger at his face and this caught Nikolai by surprise "I don't know how you know so much about me but let me make this clear. Money means nothing to me so please stick as much as you want up your ass "

My voice carried, and while I was concerned that someone might interrupt me before I got to take a swing, I couldn't control my temper. "You own nothing, Rogue. You aren't welcome here." His lip curled in disgust, and he snarled as he spoke to me, a speck of spit flying out of his mouth. "That's the beautiful thing about being a rogue, Ethan. I go and do whatever the fuck I want," I said, stepping forward until I was only a few feet away. "What do you want from me?" He hadn't moved back, and that was both stupid and admirable. Any smart man or woman would have run by now. Yet, he was holding his ground.

I promise to be discreet and not to disturb you--" "You can disturb us and take up all the space you want," cut in Marguerite. "Do you want more meat, my Loulou?" Harry blinked for a moment. Ambroise approached him and poured him a glass of red wine. "Here, son. This will relax you a little. You're so young and look like you're about to crack any moment. Here, Domaine Emmanuelle, you're never disappointed by its vintages." Harry had to wait for Marguerite to translate the words for him. He thanked Ambroise before taking a sip.

“Thank you for joining us here today to discuss the issues of the recent rogue attacks,” Tyler says. “Are Grim Ire and Crescent Star not joining us?” Alpha Richard asks. “Both packs declined our invitation,” Tyler informs them. He opens the laptop that sat on the table in front of him. With a few clicks, a report shows up on the display screen along the wall opposite where Tyler and I currently sit. “These are the statistics of the most recent rogue attacks on Moonfang. We have not been able to connect the attacks to a certain group of rogues, nor have we been able to determine if there is a mastermind behind them or not,” Tyler explains.

They tore my clothes, hit me, and slapped me until my vision swam. I begged them to stop. I said there had to be a mistake. The bride planted her stiletto heel down onto the back of my hand, grinding it cruelly. She leaned in, her voice low and mocking. "There's no mistake. This ring is one of a kind. It's custom-made. If you have it, then you're the mistress." My hand split open under her heel. Blood smeared the diamond. Then, she took out a small knife and carved "mistress" across my face. She dragged me by the hair out of the mall and into the street.

Lambert snapped. Before Bella could respond further, Alexander Moreau appeared, silent and imposing. His gaze swept the room, landing on Lambert, then Bella. “Problem?” His voice carried a weight that silenced everyone. Lambert bristled. “Your assistant insulted me, Moreau. I requested Château Margaux. I received… this.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. He took the glass from Lambert, swirling the liquid once before setting it down. “This is Château Pichon Baron,” he said coolly. “One of France’s finest vintages. If you consider it an insult, Monsieur Lambert, perhaps your palate is not as refined as you claim.”