Ni Contigo Ni Sin Ti Television Show Novels & Stories

Another shattering squirt, her whole body convulsing, fluid spraying everywhere as they used her. Finally, when she was hoarse and limp in the bondage, they stopped the vibrators. Ryan removed the gag. “Tell us the truth,” he said quietly. “I didn’t leak anything,” she rasped, voice wrecked. “I swear on everything. I’d never betray you.” Marcus studied her for a long moment, then nodded. “We believe you. But the leak happened on your watch. So there’s still punishment.” The real sentence came after they untied her and carried her to the couch. Her body trembled uncontrollably, covered in sweat, cum, and her own squirt.

In his place was someone smaller, weaker — someone who looked like he had finally realized the weight of his mistakes. But realization didn't erase pain. Sofia swallowed hard, her throat tight. She could feel Alessandro's quiet presence behind her, steady and reassuring, but this moment… this conversation… was hers alone to face. She took another step forward, stopping a few feet from the bed. Close enough to see the lines of exhaustion on Mateo's face. Close enough to see the regret in his eyes. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, filled with years of words that had never been said.

He asked in a small voice. "Whether she is bisexual or not that's not the issue. The issue is that she has had multiple partners. Remember that Nate guy from your uncle's pack? How many more are there that we don't know of? For all we know, I have been beating myself up looking for her and she is in the arms of another man!" I again bellowed because Leo refused to see the truth. It was clearly there! "I don't even know what to tell you. Do you even love her or have you been pretending?

“You were the one who acted cold after the phone call. You were the one who pretended nothing happened between us for days. Now you want to control who I talk to?” Lucas did not answer right away. His thumb rubbed small circles on my waist, sending sparks through my skin.

All of you. I lingered by the window, cold tea in a styrofoam cup, city lights blinking outside. My own reflection stared back at me, worn out, but still standing. I checked my phone one last time. There's still nothing. I didn’t cry. Not tonight. Instead I walked back to my chair and get back to work.

Ma Nicole asked like it's nothing. "Ma. Isn't worth been sad of. I mean, he doesn't even show affection to me, and bringing in another lady. What do you think, what do you think I'm gonna become if he just prefer the mistress over me. " Margarita babbled " Is that what you think. " Ma Nicole say, putting the pot to the cooking stove. " Yeah, and I think that ought to be the possibility. " She answered " Oh my. You also ought to know that just some illusional movies. " Ma Nicole coaxed

Justino said, “Okay, but I still need to stay with my parents until we get married” Natalia said, “Why are you so cold at me, do you have someone else In your life?“ Justino asked, “Why would I do that?“ Natalia retorted, “Are you still seeing Anthonio?“ Justino asked, “It's been a long time since I've seen him last” Natalia asked, “and while did you asked?“ she asked, “Nothing, I just ask” Justino retorted,

I needed the comfort, and it managed to calm down my erratic heartbeat. "I know." Damian nodded at one of the security guards- who didn't bother looking at me. What was the deal with that? Once we arrived at the front doors, it was already opening and a man greeted us. He had a friendly smile as he gave Damian a handshake and I recognised him as Santino. "Boss, thank you for coming. I didn't think you were going to make it," he said, a grin on his face that matched Damian’s . "Of course, but I'm not staying long. Nova, this is Santino, my cousin. Santino, this is Nova," he paused for a moment. "My date."

Carmen’s gaze turned to me fully then there was a moment of silence, making a big pile of dread sit in my stomach but it went away instantly when a smile appeared on her face again. “Well, shit,” she said, eyes gleaming with sudden recognition. Her lips parted, and she leaned in slightly, as if trying to place me from a different angle. “I know who you are.” My brows lifted in surprise. “You’re on TV,” she continued, excitement flashing in her voice now. “The Nicholas. The famous actor, right? The one with that, what was it ... the high school drama? God, what was it called… Midnight Halls?” My face flushed. “Yeah,” I said, laughing awkwardly. “That’s me.” Smiling politely, I got up from my