Mr Ford Is Jealous の小説・ストーリー

“I was there, Riven. I know.” “OK, so just imagine. Just imagine the things they would be doing there. To say they had no shame kissing in front of the whole world… imagine what would happen in the close of his room. Sky is such a jerk. A very big jerk.” “True… he is a jerk. but why does that concern you?” Ford asked. Sometimes if Ford wasn't my wolf I wouldn't have thought twice, before I killed him. I frowned. “Are you stupid, Ford? What do you mean by ‘How does it concern me.’ it does concern me. It extremely concerns me.”

I glared at him through the rear view mirror M: Come back here Lucas! 🤨 L: Yes Marc? 😁 N: I'll tell you on his behalf 😈 L: Nothing you should bother yourself with brother N: He didn't accept to share with me the donut and made fun of me with Ford and said he is loyal to Ford and not to me... He broke my heart 😢😭 L: Told ya! Nothing to be bothered about😌 M: Ugh! So you murdered each other in short 🙄

“For now, all of you will have to settle with my apple pie.” “I am sure your apple pie is wonderful, Roberta,” Mortensen says kindly. “Yes, mom, I’m sure it’s great!” Jareth exclaims. I watch the Jordans interact with the commander with such familiarity it surprises me, it’s as if they were related and not just next door neighbors. Mortensen seems relaxed and in a good mood, I don’t get to see him like this very often, he must really appreciate this family.

Where do you want to talk? 'Your office is fine with me. And while we will be there, let's end whatever we need to discuss. Talking to you drains my energy.' I drained her energy? That was a slap to my wolf. ‘I drained your energy, but you have a lot of energy to argue with Maddox,’ I commented. My wolf snarled at the mention of Maddox’s name. ‘Are you seriously jealous right now?’ ‘I’m not jealous,’ I growled. ‘Maddox is a friend.’

"Stop being jealous. Hurry and get up." She moved to the side and said impatiently: "Don't always say I'm jealous, I'm not jealous, it's not like I don't know, you and Ms. Mcclure got to know each other first, why should I be jealous, I'm not, I'm not." Why should she be jealous? She wouldn't be jealous like this. Seeing her angry, Rolando took off the clothes he was wearing and jumped back onto the bed, about to crawl into her bed.

When he'd found her, that woman despised him, and even refused his hugs. However, she was not like that with Freya at all. She flung herself into Freya's arms, like Freya was her husband instead. At the sight of it, Jefferson could feel that his temper was rising in him. Freddy and the others were very well versed with Jefferson's character. They could tell from his eyes that he was jealous of Freya. Talk about pettiness! Freddy was worried that his wife would soon have two holes burned into her under Jefferson's sharp gaze, so he quickly stepped forward and pulled Freya over. "Freya, Jefferson is probably going to kill you with his glare if you keep hugging Adrienne like that."

“I-I don’t know… I’m not good with funerals. Just go with Allegra or something.” Dante raised a brow at her. “What exactly do you have against Allegra?” “Seriously? She constantly beats me up, and you never do anything about it—“ “You’re jealous,” Chiara scoffed. “Why would I be jealous? You kept me in your house and let Allegra beat me up without any real consequences for her. Is seeing me hurt your fetish or something?!” She argued, her voice thick with insinuation. “Don’t say that. I have to face a lot of shit because of you so don’t think I have the time to punish Allegra—“

Fuck. I poured myself another drink. The whiskey was cheap now, not the expensive single malt I used to keep in crystal decanters. I couldn't afford the good stuff anymore. I couldn't afford anything anymore. The phone call had been bad. Marcus had called me earlier that evening, his voice tight and uncomfortable in a way I had never heard before. "I saw the video, Joe," he had said. "The one where you called Clara a bad person on a live stream. The one where you threatened her."

Alex said. "I'm going." Elio's leg-shaking stopped as he sprinted out of the club outside. Leaving a confused Alex with a shocked expression. His friend's attitude was making him lose his mind. He furrowed his eyebrows. Whoever the girl was who managed to make him go down bad, must be some kind of gem perhaps. Someone was talking beside Alex. He overheard the conversation. "I heard The Ford earned a new enemy. He murdered a whole troop of men for looking at his girl."