Obsessed Series Gage And Stella Mga Nobela at Kwento

As Christopher was talking to his guard, Jasmine was busy opening up the buttons of his shirt and distracting him with the traces of her finger, causing him to lose focus. "Faster, X." Christopher clenched his teeth, preventing a groan from escaping his lips as Jasmine created hickeys on his neck. She was going to rape him here if he did nothing about it -------------- Jasmine woke up with a migraine; she reprimanded herself for going overboard with the alcohol. She squinted her eyes and realized she was in some room. It looked luxurious to be ordinary. Suddenly, she felt strange; her legs had a dull ache, and as she thought of it, her eyes widened.

"So now its my turn. I am not here just for the cake. So come on I wanna enjoy a show too." "Okay as You wish..!!" I never got too open with anyone but he was so different. I never let my gurads down in front of anyone but he was making me feel strange. I couldn't figure out my feelings then but I just articulate that it was just an attraction. He was actually too sweet and the gesture of cake and Vine on my Dad's birthday was a whole new level!! I didn't realize at that time that this attraction is going to be an addiction and obsession soon. I never imagined that I would fall for someone so easily....

John grabbed her hand. Stella furrowed her eyebrows as she looked up at him. “I’m not planning for anything, John. Get your hand off me now.” She mumbled. “Why don’t you show me what he gave you?” “I’ll be right back.” Stella ignored him and walked off the room. “Stella-” “Hey, John.” A man greeted him. “Aaron! How are you doing?” John ran his fingers through his hair, watching Stella disappearing in the distance. “Garcia Company keeps growing every year. Matt is really a great CEO.”

"Let's skip the pleasantries. You have the merger papers. I have the capital. But we both know the signature isn't what I'm here for." "I'm aware," Sterling said, leaning back. "Gage, lock the doors." From the corner of the room, Gage, Sterling's quiet and observant executive assistant, moved with silent efficiency. He clicked the deadbolt and drew the heavy motorized blinds, plunging the office into a cocoon of dim, amber light. Gage was younger than the others, with a broad-shouldered frame that suggested he spent more time in the gym than behind a desk. He caught my eye, a dark, knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"Why would I finish it all? I ordered it for us." "....Are you trying to kill me by stuffing me to death?" "Is that how you thank someone? Well, you're welcome." "..." Agh I can't win at all. *** Character's corner: Stella: I know his schedule because I have superb observational skills. *proud Author: Slang for a good stalker. *wink Stella: ...No...I did not stalk him, promise. *embarrassed Author: Yeah, right. *wink

Stella's eyes fluttered, she looked very nervous. "Listen Mr Gabriel we already concluded on this discussion before" Stella said. He chuckled "when and how?" She felt agitated by his question "Mr Gabriel could you please stop this madness already?" Stella could feel a heavy headache on her forehead and each time she feels like this, she either needs to rest or take her pills else she might start acting crazy. She took a deep breath. Mr Gabriel folded his hands into his pocket. "I really need to go now..." she looked up at his face.

I said to the empty room. Stella walked over to the table to clean up the spilled soup. She looked at the doorway where they had disappeared, then at me. "She’s got quite the timing, doesn't she, Ma'am?" Stella muttered, wiping the table aggressively. I looked at Stella, feeling a sudden rush of validation. "You saw it too?" "I’ve raised four kids and two ex-husbands," Stella scoffed. "I know a tantrum when I see one. That woman isn't just sick. She’s hungry for attention."

--------- STELLA looked up and saw a lady came in her room following by 2 men with a lot of shopping bags in their hands. As the lady ordered these men to put them all on a table. They did as they were asked about and left the room but the lady stayed. Lady: Hello Miss Stella. Boss sent me with your outfits i will be hanging them in your closet. with that she took the bags and left to her closet. Honestly Stella did not care nor she bothered to look at them. She was really not liking this luxury or anything. Its just, she didn't want anything . The lady came back after 15 minutes, after greeting she left and there STELLA was left alone again.

He was still in the ICU. Summer had originally planned to find Evan, but in the end, she went to Stella instead, almost suffocating with anger. Stella was in the study at the moment. She had just finished a video meeting. When she saw Summer come in, she lifted her brows slightly. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Summer asked, “You know Dr. Jane Gass?” “I do. So what?” Stella was fearless now. No matter what it was, she could admit it openly.

He moaned loudly, the sound vibrating against my lips, and just like that, he forgot all about our audience. I shoved his shirt up and off in one rough motion, tossing it aside. My hands roamed over his bare chest, thumbs flicking across his sensitive nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. “These are mine,” I growled against his skin, pinching one sharply. Gavin gasped, his back arching into my touch. Stella settled herself on a stack of clean tarps in the corner, legs crossed, watching us with hungry eyes. “Fuck… this is hotter than I imagined,” she breathed, one hand already slipping between her thighs.