Oh La La Novels & Stories

And then— Caesar heard Lola's deep sigh, followed by a robust and resounding exclamation. "Caesar, you stinking dog turd!!!"

I love it when you call me señorita I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya But every touch is ooh-la-la-la It's true, la-la-la Ooh, I should be runnin' Ooh, you keep me coming for ya... I groaned in embarrassment and covered my face with my palms... {I can handle vampires, rogues, witches, and even a stupid alpha male or royal king, but how in this hell can I handle this old kinky Gramma of mine} ...

"I'm Daniel by the way. Daniel smith." -OLIVIA- The laughter explodes and holleres in the room, that the people passing by had to stop and stare at us in complete perplexity. It's cool and very hilarious to laugh, as scientists have discovered it helps increase our lifespan, making us look more younger. But when they're laughing at you... Now that's messed up!

Laughter erupted again among those present. "I'm Jordan. Jordan Gerald Hayden." Jordan held out his hand. Clarabelle took Jordan's hand. She was getting nervous. “I… I'm Lala… oops, Clarabelle Aimee Johan.” “You look great. Lala?" Jordan smiled. "Yeah, Lala is my nickname. Thank you. You too, are great.” With a flushed face, Clarabelle complimented Jordan back. “Wow, your hands are so cold. Nervous?” Jordan had not let go of their handshake.

“Which mean, in the eyes of the Moon Goddess, Krista is still my mate.” Laurel jerked back as though I had struck her. “You’re joking.” Her voice cracked around the word ‘joking’. “That’s impossible.” She let out a small, disbelieving laugh and dragged a hand down her face slowly, as if attempting to physically wipe away what she had just heard. For a moment, she simply stood there staring at me, her eyes wide with something that looked halfway between disbelief and fury.

Jonah smiled and hugged him. The men who were behind Jonah formulated a chant, almost bearing the pattern of that of Jonah’s. They joined voices concurrently, lifting up their hands and gyrating happily. “Son of Hugadah, the sword and shield of Muzagah. This day, the gods have shown us our hero, follow your enemies, trample them, sweep them off the face of the earth,” an old man sang his joy away.

he called again louder so Kimberly twisted her head up with tears on her eyes because of unstoppable laughter. Oppan Gangnam Style!!!!! The chorus play repeats and Nathan do the step once again. Oppan Gangnam Style Gangnam Style Op op op op oppan Gangnam Style Gangnam Style Op op op op oppan Gangnam Style Eh~ Sexy lady Op op op op oppan Gangnam Style Eh~ Sexy lady Op op op op Eh eh eh eh eh eh She started to laugh more and even fell on the floor, writhing, catching her own breath.

Laila thought inwardly with a smirk, As Lord Storm took his gaze and just walked out of the room, and Laila walked closer to Valerie. "You are quite good in stealing people's spot, But you can't outdo the doer darling, You can't outshine the shiner bitch !" Laila said with a smirk as she proceeds to go, " Don’t get bitter, just get better" Valerie simply said, and Laila froze with mortification, she glared at her deadly as the workers bursted into a long hysterical laughter, Laila walked out of the room in embarrassment, she hates how she gets on her nerve without ticket,

I can't stop laughing right now. "Grandma! You're really awesome!" Jacob laughed as he gave her a like sign. "Stop fooling me around, Jacob. Fuck that shit now. Fuck him," Lola pointed her finger at me. "Fuck Keatton now, Grandson. This will be my only wish this Christmas since no one is ever here accompanying me to celebrate this wonderful night. Poor old Lola. She will die in drought and lack of sex..." she then acted like she passed out.

She shrugs, “Don't worry about it; you don't know half the shit Lea is saying to the poor bastard.” Layla stands and bends backward, stretching her back muscles; I smother a groan as I was the material of her shirt strain against her breasts; Layla giggles as she says, “Will you cut that shit out, please?” I wiggle my eyebrows at her, “Just enjoying the view.” She shakes her head, trying not to smile, “Well, don't, or I might have to poke your eyes out.” I laugh, looking at her breasts again; she slaps her forehead and giggles,