Quédate Novels & Stories

"Allen, where are you going?" Erica stopped the car and rolled down the window. "We're going to register our marriage in Iliria. Do come to the wedding on time," Erica said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Vivian came to an abrupt halt. She stood rooted to the spot, and her face crumbled with sorrow. Inside the car, I teased Erica with a smile, "You went through all that trouble just to help me put on a show?" She grinned and tossed me a small box. "If we're going to put on a show, we might as well go all the way. I'm a woman of my word. Just remember to make it up to me with a real proposal."

why can't Zique just f*ck off? It seems Kiara won't be escaping today(｡ŏ﹏ŏ) Your thoughts...your gems...

sang Ivanka, poking Nora. Nora started. "Oh, um..." "Hey, what did that judge tell you?" Ivanka asked Zehra. "He said I could successfully be a professional singer, though I think he was exaggerating because, duh... but it would be really cool if that happens. I wonder if Qatar would offer me citizenship then..." ranted Zehra. Nora looked thoughtful. "How is that possible...?" "Yea I know, the possibilities of Qat-" "I wasn't talking about that, Zea," Nora said and turned to Ivanka. "There's a backstory, isn't there? About Hugo and you?"

As I slide inside her, we both release a sigh of relief, like this is something we’ve been waiting for the entire day – I know I have. “Rasmus?” Leda whispers, as I slide out of her and push back in. “What is it Tærtebund?” “I want to bite you – True Love’s Bite...” The shock makes me stop mid thrust. “You want to – Leda – that would bind us for all eternity.” She raises her hips to meet me “Aren’t we already bound for eternity my King?” I think about it for a millisecond too long. “If you don’t want to –”

she kissed him on the cheeks but stopped as soon as she noticed Lorenzo holding my hand. "Who are you?" she turned to me as she asked rudely. she stared at me from my head to my toes and back to my head like I'm some sort of trash "Crazy, you don't know me" I chuckled "The name is Jacqueline Cattaneo, try not to ask for an autograph" I answered her sarcastically "Sorry?" asked confused "Apology accepted" I replied. I could see a faint smile on Lorenzo's face she rolled her eyes then stretch her hand "I'm Cheyenne Velazquez" she introduced herself