Mr Crystal Sing 2 Novels & Stories

The door shut behind him as Travis led the girl in the sexy red dress into a tastily elegant private room above the night club. A luxurious-looking couch faced a huge television screen mounted on the wall opposite the door. Another wall backstopped a fully stocked bar and a tall bistro table with two bar stools. The back wall, if you can call it a wall, was a single giant Plexiglas pane giving a sweeping view of Chicago's downtown. The Loop pulsed like a living creature outside the window.

My parents and Christina stayed at the hospital to take care of Sophia, and none of them came home. That day, the restaurant TV was playing the news. "Mr. Salvatore of the Vitale family and Miss Sophia of the Moretti family have announced their engagement." My pupils shrank. When I returned home that night, everyone was already there—Vincent, Natalie, Christina, Sophia, and Salvatore. Natalie glanced at me and muttered something in French, her tone sharp. "Coming back this late? Who knows where you've been fooling around?" Vincent shot her a look.

Immediately sensing the powerful aura around him, Mia raised her hazel eyes to meet a pair of piercing grey eyes boring into hers. "You trespassed," his deep voice made her shiver. "Excuse me?" "Who are you?" He looked at her with disdain and his voice laced with arrogance. Mia twitched her lips, recognizing the CEO of X-World Entertainment, Xavier Singh. Heir of the Singh family, the wealthiest in California. "How dare you bump into me?" Mia blurted, surprised at her own outburst. His blank eyes flickered with something unreadable. Then with a snap of his long and slender fingers, men in suits advanced toward Mia, grabbing hold of her.

~Victor~ I opened the door for Sara like a perfect gentleman and gently led her into the car with a plastered smile on my face. Meanwhile, I was literally bleeding deep inside. I had to accept Sara’s request; I had no other choice. “Have you made the reservation yet?” Sara asked me as we drove out of their mansion. “I am doing that right away,” I answered.

Chapter 17: CEO got sick I changed into my jogging clothes and opened my door. As I opened the door, I saw Mr Brent sitting in front of my door. He was asleep. I tried to wake him up by calling his name but he didn't respond. He was murmuring something. I got close to him to listen to what he was trying to say. He was actually calling my name, "Linda, Don't leave me again. I'm sorry for all I did. I will never do it again. "

He had a long standing vendetta with these destructive little bitches, so he was determined to kill them all. Pearl was so upset that all she could do was sit down and cry, while Mister fought his way back to his feet. Once he was back on his feet and he had had enough, he roared a long, loud and very dominant roar, causing most of the sprites to stop in their tracks and take notice. Justin quickly caught on and he and Mister both reared back and let their big roars belt out a few more good times.

He asked, reaching for his discarded shirt. “I… you must have had a lot to drink if you cannot remember everything that happened last night” She giggled, her cheeks staining with a blush. “I remember us talking about my mother and the dancing and the drinking” He groaned. “Here, let me help you” She reached for the buttons of his shirt. “Then we came over here and… we did…” “Do not tell me we had sex” Henry ground out, his eyes flashing. Sophia nodded, smiling at him.

“Oh, to be a descendant from such a family. I won’t even know the meaning of working. If there were a next life, I want to be a Madrigal. Their wealth just keeps expanding, it’s…” As Frank rambled on, I glanced briefly at the TV he was staring at. My eyes quickly scurried back because someone looked awfully familiar. My jaw dropped. It was him. He was standing directly beside an old man, holding huge scissors. The Mister.

It's short, so the misery won't last long. Sitting between Moby's legs on the floor after popping the disc in the DVD player and turning off the lights, I watch the screen, our names and the date appear. The music starts followed by a panoramic view of the little chapel that's beautifully decorated even with the minimal wedding package we selected. The Bellagio is a class act, and the ceremonies they perform are quick.

Marcus A gentle knock jolts me back from my wondering mind. Cindy pops in with a cup of coffee. “Are you ok Boss?” She asks concern written all over her face. “Yes I am fine, I just got an unexpected visitors is all. Please cancel anything that you can today I will finish up with the Mueller account and zoom call with the Santiago Group”