Mr Limpy Novels & Stories

He questioned, with his voice stained with something like worry, though I'm sure I must have heard it all wrong, because his face still will neutral, it was void of emotion. I exhaled and inhaled pretentiously for him to hear it, "I can breath now, thank you, sir." "I think we met in an inappropriate way, so I will start with a proper introduction. I'm Lincoln Lime and I own this bar," he stretched his hand to me, with an almost invisible smile on his face, bringing out all his handsomeness, "it's cool meeting you." I couldn't resist the frown that fell on my face, eben with his light smile, he was still that handsome and I imagine how much more handsome he would be if he laughs, will he be

I gave Liam a smirk, deliberately using these words to provoke him. Liam had always been a proud person who thought highly of himself. Hearing my comparison of him to Jethro visibly irritated him, and his expression instantly soured. Men were creatures with strong pride, especially when measured against one another. Liam simply couldn’t compare to Jethro in appearance or wealth. After all, he was just a mid-level manager in one of Jethro’s vast arrays of companies. He was not even worthy of being compared to Jethro.

He was wearing a tan leather coat and a pair of burgundy oxford shoes that stood out along with a classic hat. “It has been a while since we met in person, Stefan.” The man politely greeted him as he removed his hat to show his balding hair. “Signore Monterri, it has been a while, indeed.” He politely greeted him. The two man exchanged handshake and each of them took their seat. There were only few men in this world capable of making Stefan act with the utmost respect and this man was one of those few. He was Roberto Monterri. The man known as the Miracle Maker. However, the miracles were nothing spiritual. He was more of a godfather than anything.

I take a shower getting ready for school as I go down stairs Lina is home with some man they literally sucking each others faces. I clear my throat they both jump " Oh honey ,I didn't see you there " You do know I live in this house " of course silly you hungry? Henry here is a chef he's making an omelette " the Henry smiles,but I am not amused " Do you bring clients home now Lina " Amanda !! Henry is a friend of mine" I roll my eyes this is typical of Lina. "Mother I don't want to be late for school , Goodbye " I take an apple walking out she hates it when I call her Mother in front of company.

We were causing a scene here, although not one too serious, but there weren't much people who stopped to look, or rather bothered to help. It could only mean that things like this happened all the time, and men like Pimpely got their way. His luck must have run out since he met with me. "Is she deaf?" I heard Pimplely ask one of his minions who then turned to me. "Are you deaf?!" He yelled. His accent... He was American.

I felt like ignoring him, but the maids were nearby. “Good evening,” I greeted. “Follow me,” he said. I obeyed, following him into his room. The lights were dim, and I could barely see anything. What does Mr. Grumpy want now? I wondered. Just as I was lost in thought, I heard his low, firm voice. “STRIP" he commanded in an unexplainable tome that i couldn't read

He cooked a chicken dish with extra salads and smoothies which I love so much. “Mr Young, you don't have to do this. Now I'll be sorry to disappoint you if something goes wrong” He laughed, and it still scares me how the sound affects me. Mr Young has a perfect combination of honey eyed and dark brown hair that falls over his eye, his ears are pierced and a shiny small ring reflects under the dimmed light of my kitchen. But what made me go crazy was the dimple on his right cheeks that appears only when he bites his lips with his upper teeth or when he smile - “I’ll be there tomorrow” He surprised me by saying.

she answered stiffly. "Okay," Adam stroked her head. As soon as Amber left, he sat on the chair near the guest. "How are you ..., Mr. Smith?" Mrs. Lim asked awkwardly. Her gaze fell on the bruises on Adam's face. Nodding, the man touched his jaw. “Amber has treated me well and we are still together. I have no reason to say my condition is bad.” “That’s good,” Mrs. Lim muttered faintly. “Then, how about your wedding preparations? Has there been any progress?”

“Thank you.” “You're always welcome, Mrs. Liam.” I groaned, rolling my eyes in disapproval. “My name is Amber. Please call me Amber. I'm tired of this Mrs. Liam's shit.” She laughed at my reaction but nodded anyway. I impatiently picked up my fork, dipped it into my plate, and took a big bite. I closed my eyes with a smile, hoping to savor the taste, but my eyes snapped open. I tossed my fork onto the table, and my palm slammed over my mouth as my eyes began searching for where to spit out the food instead.

They fawned over her. "You're amazing, Miss Chloe!" "We're lucky to work for you!" "Mr. Vance spoils you so much!" Just then, sirens grew louder. Soon, Captain Miller and a few officers walked into the spa. Miller was a man in his forties with a slight paunch, his face a mask of cynicism. He saw Liam and immediately put on a smile. "Mr. Vance, sorry for the trouble." "A small matter," Liam waved his hand dismissively. "Just a couple of professional grifters."