Sao Strea Novels & Stories

Celeste, catching Wes's gaze, sauntered towards them with a deliberate, hip-swaying stride. They were standing by the back of a velvet sofa, the older man looked a lot like a senator Vivi had seen on the news, and his burly aide standing beside him. Celeste, her eyes leaving Wes, knelt on the sofa, peering up at the men, her movements slow, deliberate, sensual. She rested her elbows on the sofa’s back, her silicone breasts pressed together. Her thin silk gown was a shimmering curtain, barely hiding the curves of her body.

Ara was very panicked and approached the Guardian Goddess of the portal. "Where to ... Where did the Goddess send Aranjo?" Ara asked very anxiously. "Danzou City! She was born to be human! Not to worry, Aranjo is destined to hurt the feelings of the weak-hearted humans who love her!" The Goddess said "What is ... was it the Emperor who allowed the Goddess to tell me all about it?" asked Ara. Usually, things related to redemption in the mortal world are kept very secret, because it can change the destiny of the God or goddess who undergoes redemption.

“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.”

Stefan covered his ears tightly tonight because even though it was late at night, the screams of insults still reached his ears, but he paid no heed. That's because Stefan is up late and busy fiddling with his phone designing a sophisticated programme to get more orders. The name of the programme: SJ-Gacor. S is his own name and J is John. [10% ...] [35% ...] [60% ...] [100% ...]

For now. ???: “ Don’t tease the boy too much, Cross. Clearly that loud obnoxious roar of a laugh of yours must’ve scared him to the bone. But I suppose at the same time that's also one of the many things that I love about you. Hi there Naraja, ignore that brute of a man for now, I’m Saint Teresa of Avila and it's an honor to meet you.” ???: “So, so am I next, pl~ease I would like to go next. Hi, I'm Sunshine mister Naraja. I hope we get along all nice and dandy~.”

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.

I would just have to avoid my brother-in-law for at least another ten years until my hatred for him had worn off. I saw him coming towards me... I took off walking in the other direction, hoping that he would touch himself and stay away, but what about the fear that someone would notice that we had had a garden party not long before? “So you're SofiaLion!” he said a little louder so that I couldn't run away. “And you are Enzo Sorelli... very convenient...” “ You made a mistake... didn't you?” “Wrong about what?” he puzzled me, I hated to admit I was wrong

Leon rolled his eyes. "Yes!" I shouted, too excited. I fucking loved the tactical village. It was in a woodland area, about forty five minutes from the station. It was set up like an active shooter situation and you were timed as you went through. You got dirty, sweaty but it was the best training experience. "Okay, Lexie is a fucking loser." Leon scoffed. "Hey! Ma'am, my sergeant can't talk to me like that!" I teased. "If your sergeant wasn't Leon I would agree. Get going. Stuart is coming with you as well." I jumped up, running to the van. Stuart was at the door, laughing.

Stefan covered his ears tightly tonight because even though it was late at night, screams of insults still reached his ears, but he paid no heed. Because Stefan was staying up late and busy fiddling with his cell phone to design a sophisticated program to launch orders. The name of the program: SJ-Gacor. S is his own name and J is John. (Gacor is easy to find orders) [10%...] [35% ...] [60%...]