Protagonista Bonita Novelas e Histórias

as he chuckled from the other side of the door, which echoed in the hallway of the luxurious compound, "Wow Jora, you are more beautiful than when I last saw you, I must say you filled out rather well." he says as I hear a thump on the wall presuming that he has now leaned up against the wall near my doorway. Sighing I grumble lowly as I unlock the door and just as I thought he was leaning on the wall near my door, he snatches me once more in his strong hands as he pins me to the wall laying soft kisses on my neck that makes my body betray me as I can feel goosebumps roll through my entire body this touch, "Jordan, you need to get off me before anyone sees you." I say as I try to push him o

I said. "So you offered yourself as the sacrificial lamb; have you given up?" Levine's tone became harsh. "I had to do it; the situation is complicated, and we can't reject their alliance," I tried to explain the scenario's complications to him. "What do they want in return?" Levine inquired, fascinated. "Bonita Henry," I said. Levine's cheeks flushed as he realized what had happened. Bonita, our most attractive member, was adored by everyone, yet she had feelings for someone outside our pack.

I wanted to jump at her throat, but Bonfim discreetly held me back and stepped in front of me, positioning himself between us. "Flavian, that day I actually thought she was decent! But I see I was wrong." Bonfim spoke to me and then turned to Sabrina. "No, dear, we do not share women, but even if we did, you are not my type and certainly not the Flavian 's type anymore." Bonfim looked at her with disdain. "You know how it is, nothing personal, but we do not like sluts." I wanted to laugh. I had seen Bonfim embody the role of a detective who runs over anyone who bothers him with arrogance and rudeness, but this time it would be quite entertaining, so I decided to let him handle the situation.

Her name had never sounded so vibrant, so colorful. She turned her head slightly, a quiet smile curving her lips. "Neither can I, Mr. Blackwood," she replied, her voice carried warmth and happiness that no words could describe. Closing her eyes, she tilted her face toward him in a silent invitation. He didn’t hesitate. His mouth claimed hers, picking up from where they had left off. His giant hands tightened around her small ones, holding her to him as his lips moved against hers. A breathless moment of intimacy, humming with life. His mouth devoured hers with an intensity that made her knees buckle, chest tight.

I'm a little afraid of her even though she and I became friends yesterday. If anyone asked Bonita what she loved Lucasta for, she would not hesitate to answer that it was the honesty of the blonde girl. Bonita thought that if Lucasta ever lied, it would be because she wanted the best for everyone. Perhaps Lucasta's parents were also very good people, so they were able to give birth to an angel like her. - Everything will be fine. Don't worry anymore. Calantha accepting to have dinner with you means she will listen to what you have to say. I think she just wanted to give Jemaine a lesson in human morality. - Bonita spoke to reassure Lucasta.

The very notion sent a hot wave rolling through her, and she smiled, but then an edge of apprehension caused her stomach to clench. “Don’t I look awful?” she asked, feeling her face, the bandage, and then her head where her hair had been cut by the burn unit to save her scalp. “Mira,” he whispered, pecking her in between each word. “You are beautiful. I’m hard for you.” He took her hand and placed it over the bulge beneath his slacks, breathing his final statement, “I want to fuck you. Let me make you feel good. Let me help you forget all this shit you are going through, at least for a little while.”

MATTEO I has panicked when I saw Rosa struggling with someone in the garden. I came out for fresh air and luckily I was able to save her from being kidnapped I didn't hesitate to shit the bastard when I saw her go limp in his arms. Nobody can touch what's mine and go free. I brought her inside, informing Theo to take care of the dead man's body. It's a good thing Rosa had just passed out, it would take few minutes before she gains consciousness again

, Alexander kissed her forehead, before walking away. She turned her attention to her phone, a scowl etched on her face. Her finger pressed the play button of the video. A woman’s voice spoke, not Rose. “Miss Andino.. oops I should probably call you Mrs Donovan now” Rose raised her hand flashing her ring at the cameraman. “I mean”. “How do you feel?” “I feel like the luckiest woman. I am getting married to the Prince Charming everyone wants afterall. To be clear Charles is mine”

Yntreia was chewing off the herbs Finrod got for her while Ellaine was telling her a story. “One day, there was a very beautiful princess. She was quite happy with her life even if her beloved mother and father were gone..” Ellaine was still in the magic haze of her imagination when Yntreia stirred. She shifted. She scowled, her eyes glowed. “Yntreia! Yntreia, what’s happening?” Margarette and Finrod stirred in their sleep and finally woke up. “I just had a premonition.” The baby said. “The Bronithe..”

He said while I make crying face. "But why are you ruining my Sunday.. please leave me and let me go.. I can't do all this and I can't pick this heavy equipments.. please..." I said making a very innocent cute face. Anyone can gets melts seeing my face but here we are talking about mafia king "The Steve Ellison", he can melt seeing his princess but he can't take risk with my health so he simply says me to start workout now without wasting more time. I makes face and starts doing workout. Amy's pov end's.