Passion Synonym Cv Novels & Stories

Cherry Bunny: If I didn’t know your name, I’d have thought it meant Curriculum Vitae. She added a dramatic bunny rolling on its back laughing. Cassian tilted his head, watching the cartoon rabbit. A quiet, amused huff escaped his nose. CV: It is a standard identification. He thought he was being clear and helpful. Cherry Bunny: Oh. Elara's lips twitched as his straightforward reply despite her effort to lighten things. Cassian seeing she wasn't typing anything anymore,wanted to know what she was thinking. CV: What could I have used.

"T-Tank you. You don't look bad yourself, Callan." He cringed, and I laughed. " How do you know it's me?" He asked me surprise. I stuttered and blushed. He chuckled. "It's okay. I hate that name." My brows furrowed. "What Callan?" "I don't know it's just.. I know I don't really know you but, my dad has been hard on me with his company's, and it becomes stressful you know? I'm his last option, and I couldn't deny the offer." I nodded, and he continued. "My older brother Zamiel denied my dad's offer because he had a passion for singing, and second-oldest brother Stab, is pursing his acting career and taking care of his son and his wife." He licked his full pink lips as he stared up at the sky.

“To be honest, I don’t know him that well. This is the first time I’ve seen him ever since I started working here. But from what I’ve heard, he’s cold and strict.” Rena went on to explain how Adam, being the heir to the Dean family empire, had countless people approaching him with hidden agendas. Though he came across as rude and unapproachable, women still threw themselves at him. “They call him the ‘Casanova of Capitol.’ He’s always surrounded by beautiful women, but he never sticks with anyone.” Evelyn clenched her fists, feeling a surge of bitterness. She had once fallen into Adam’s trap—just another woman in his revolving door of lovers.

(EVE) I feel so elevated. My senses are high in the sky and my pulses are vibrating at an alarming breakneck speed without caution as I make my way towards the familiar apartment with my heart almost in my throat. I can't even explain what is going on within me right now. My entire system is just uncontrollably jumpy and giddy with extreme excitement as my current destination comes into view. Oh my goodness.

Mad I can't help but let out soft moans when his tongue delved deeper into my wetness. I can't even keep my head still because of the intense sensation I feel. He held both my thighs hard and wide apart as he continued sucking me down there. I whimpered in pleasure when his movements went faster, not letting me hold on to the thin line of sanity left in me. I can hardly recognize my own voice in the dizzying feeling he gives me. He looked up to me with longing and desire, lust and passion altogether written on his face. I'm quite sure my expressions reflected his.

Safe. Passion was a roller-coaster, an explosive force, a whirlwind, and he suddenly knew that was what Divyanshi Trilok represented, what he'd felt caught up in while he was with her… passion in all its range and dimensions. It was pervasively disturbing. And intensely alluring.

He moved with a raw, undeniable power, his hips grinding against mine, creating a heat that spread like wildfire through my veins. He leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive skin of my neck, then my ear, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. "Davina," he whispered, his voice a low, guttural rumble, laced with an intoxicating passion that stripped away my remaining inhibitions. "God, baby" his voice, usually reserved for his possessive commands, now felt like a desperate plea, a raw confession of his own vulnerability. He murmured words I couldn't quite decipher, a torrent of possessive whispers and desperate moans, his passion a tangible force that consumed the air around us.

I tilted my head, smiling coldly. “Have you considered dick enlargement drugs? Or does that bruise your fragile little ego too much? Because maybe then you could actually fill a woman up instead of making her wonder if it’s even in yet. Passion? Baby, you think lasting longer than thirty seconds is passion? That’s not passion, Kelvin. That’s the bare minimum… and you still couldn’t reach it.” Avery lowered her head in shame while I wiped a tear that ran down furiously before looking at Kelvin one last time.

Validation. He talked about a project his architectural firm was pitching, his eyes alight with passion. He cares about his work. Visionary. Driven. I leaned forward slightly, resting my chin on my steepled fingers. Show engagement. "That sounds incredibly innovative," I murmured, prompting him with questions. "What inspired the cantilevered design?" He expanded, warming to the subject. I nodded, mirrored his enthusiasm, cataloged his ambition as a positive trait. See? Passion. Just directed elsewhere.

I asked, pushing my plate away from me. Bartholomew tapped his fork to his head as a huge frown drew his lower lip out. “It’s said they died without ever having done anything,” he said. “You and Cillian—you have too much fire in you to live in such a way. You must seize the moments while they’re burning with the flames of passion.” I cringed. Was he really talking to me about sex? Bartholomew’s eyes narrowed as he shook his head. “Get your head out of the gutter. Passion comes in many forms. For instance, when you built Argentum, what drove you to keep going to make it what it is today? Is that not passion?”