Sao Pictures Novels & Stories

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Santiago said. “What!?” “The Internet!?” Gustavo asked as his eyes widened in disbelief. Santiago went back to the sofa where he left his jacket and he dipped his hands into the pockets of his suit, he took out his phone, and scrolled through his phone gallery where he had saved the pictures. “Here,” Santiago said as he handed his phone to Gustavo to see for himself. Gustavo quickly took the phone from him and started swiping through the pictures, one of the pictures read “Gustavo and the mystery lady”.

But do we say? Sao keeps a close look at Winter. According to her ,too close a look. All she wants is for him to leave her alone because she doesn't intend on telling on him. Can't tell on the mean big guy with scary eyes and risk being attacked one night when going to relieve your bladder outside in godforsaken hours. She's heard of the experiments done using magic on people but she's never seen anyone experimented on. She thinks Sao is one of those. Even though their king assured them that there are no such experiments, people still spread rumours about them.

My pussy, wait not even my pussy, that thing can't fit my mouth. “ You can stop staring now, Samantha!” Maximo shouts before he smirks at me. Santino however, marches forward, one foot in front of the other. I look around. “ Don't even think about it or I will burn you alive!” Maximo yells. Santino in all his naked glory makes it near me and I can't control my eyes. Near, it looks even more huge than it did where he was standing. My jaw drops. “ Try what you did again, and I will let you fall to your death,” He growls, his sapphire eyes chilling me down. His voice is sharper than any edge, and I can feel it cutting me down.

“Somewhere that teaches you to look without looking. Embassy clubs. Private floors. Or someone who used to be something like us.” Stacey looked at the card. The ghost’s embossed grin caught the light. “Either way,” she said, “she’s a door.” PORTSIDE — 15:47 P.M. The river had the colour of old coins. Cranes moved in long, slow gestures like patient predators. Lisa parked the van behind a row of shipping containers the colour of rusted hope. Don screwed his camera to the tripod and set the aperture like a ritual. “Vessel San Medardo just cleared customs,” Ty said. “Two containers flagged: numbers ending 4-1-7 and 9-0-3. Our Colombians.”

As she sat beside him, Siena had just realized Stefano was holding an album of photograph on his lap. “These are my nostalgia pictures with Sakura. I always keep them, because they are the only things that can console me whenever I miss her,” Stefano started to talk in a soft voice. Stefano showed her the album. Siena recognized her mother’s face. Sakura was still young in the pictures, looking so beautiful, enthusiastic, and cheerful. Her shoulder-length black hair fell elegantly cupping her gorgeous oval face. Her bright smile and her sparkling eyes made her face glow gracefully.