Perfect Man Chocolate Novels & Stories

He needed someone to unleash his desires upon since it did not go as planned with Monalisa. “Yes Boss,” Chico replied coldly before Hamilton stormed out of the room. Chico peered hard at Monalisa, feeling very disappointed by what just happened and felt that Hamilton was becoming weak especially after seeing him this way with Monalisa. He should have just killed her and drunk her blood but instead he was still willing to let her so-called wound heal.

I just grabbed her hand to stop her after seeing that she already put Band-Aids on some of her fingers again. "Who would have thought that you actually finished the 10 bars of chocolates I brought?" I just shook my head with a scoff and pretended as if I was disappointed. "Hey, it was not that much!" She seemed trying to recall the exact number of bars of chocolate she actually consumed for this day. I just smiled as I noticed her blue eyes that are having green rings around her iris. She tucked her hair on the back of her left ear and lightly ran her fingers through her long-straight-light-brown hair. I don't really like her additional piercing on the upper left side of her ear, but it made

He suddenly raises my face up to his, letting his freezing cold lips brush my forehead as he suddenly closes his eyes and moans "Butterfly" The whole thing made me freak, yet I was still not moving out of his grasp "That's not my name" His eyes slowly open, making me stare into big green orbs of temptation "I love butterflies, and I love you. It settles" "I don't love you" "Hush" He says softly, like he is rebuking a child "See as you mould into me mon petit, you are a marvelous work of art. An angel. Bellisima" Now I feel panic rising in me again "Drop me down"

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

I was pushing the shopping cart through the aisles when I turned a corner and nearly bumped into someone. "Sorry—" I looked up and froze. It was Preston. He was wearing a dark gray coat. He was a bit taller than he had been three years ago. He was leaner, too, which made his jawline look sharper. The second he saw me, he froze as well. We stood there staring at each other for several seconds. In the end, he broke the silence first. "Long time no see." "Yeah, long time no see." After the polite greeting came a prolonged silence.

My words made Chloe’s face darken. She gritted her teeth. “I get it now. You’re one of those cheap sluts, aren’t you? Making a scene just to seduce my man?” She pulled her phone out of her Hermès bag and expertly opened Instagram. “Everyone, look what I’m dealing with at my store today.” She aimed the camera at us, her voice sickeningly sweet. “A desperate gold-digger and her trashy-looking mom, trying to get freebies at my spa.”

’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s the fantasy starter pack: filthy mouth, perfect abs, loyal heart, and the kind of possessiveness that makes you feel safe and scandalous all at once. Inner Devil 1: ‘His mouth isn’t even that filthy. It’s… poetic.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Okay. Poetic filthy, then.’

Eva complained and I laughed; she described a Joe Michael that only she knew. "Oh, Eva, are you going to tell me you didn't think he's gorgeous and a gentleman? That's why he's called Mr. Perfect, because he's one of those men full of kind gestures, extremely polite and handsome," I teased her and she looked at me and rolled her eyes, just like she had complained Mr. Perfect did. "Okay, he is handsome, the kind of breathtaking handsome, the universal type where there isn't a single woman in the world who would look at him and not be absolutely certain he's gorgeous!" she pointed, and I found her description quite emphatic.

Irina throws her lean hands over his shoulders, deepening the kiss. She is coated in glitter as if they had been frolicking around in it all night long. Her nipples are hard, pointy. Her shirt hangs just above her ass, exposing her red panties. She is literally perfect. Physically. I spend a few minutes trying to find some flaws or an atom of imperfection in her appearance: dry skin, black spots on her face, extra fat on her thighs, but there’s literally nothing. Every inch of her body is perfectly crafted for men’s appreciation and women’s jealousy.

Levi chips in for me. “Fine, it is on the first floor. By the way you shouldn't hide your pretty face”. Micah says smiling and that is when I look up to study his features. He is a pretty boy with a tanned skin and fading acne scars on his face. His black hair has red streaks, whoever his hairstylist is definitely knows how to do his job. “Take a picture, it lasts longer”. One of the boys snicker. Slightly irritated with that particular line I turn to him rolling my eyes.