Shiro X Curtis Novels & Stories

I felt anger bubble inside me. “Look at me!” I snapped. His eyes shot up to mine. “Do you know who I am?” I asked. He nodded. “Tell me.” “You’re Leah Garrison.” “Yes, I am. And you did this to me.” I held out my wrists and then lifted my jumper to show my healing wound. His eyes fell to my stomach and then back to his chained wrists. When he lifted his gaze again, his eyes were filled with sorrow. “I am so sorry; we did this to you.”

"Alright, are you ready to hit the road?" I glanced over my shoulder to see him approaching briskly. He was dressed in a dark blue sleeveless shirt and comfortable black athletic shorts. A small canvas utility pouch was clipped securely around his waist, and a clean white hand towel was slung effortlessly over his shoulder. I let out a soft, involuntary chuckle at his appearance, causing him to pause and look at me quizzically. "Well, look at you! You fully look the part of a seasoned, professional tricycle driver!" I teased playfully. Dominic jokingly shrugged his shoulders and dramatically traced his collarbone with his fingers as if boasting about his new status, and the two of us ended u

Gotta tell ’em. Gallow and Fernández sat on the couch, speaking intently in a hushed tone, stopping as Curtis reached the ground floor. They both guiltily looked at him, eyes shifting from Curtis, to their shoes, and back again. “You guys wanna share?” asked Curtis. “Of course they don’t,” snarled Roo, turning on Curtis. “But I sure as shit do.” “Roo, I . . . ”

I sighed in relief, turning and gaping softly when I saw Kaden glaring murderously at Curtis who was writhing on the floor. “Is she your new slut, Kaden?” Curtis asked Kaden, making me wonder if Curtis had a death wish. Just behind Kaden were his three friends. Kaden bent down and lifted Curtis up, before delivering a heavy blow to his face, raising his fist to deliver another when I rushed up to him and held back his hand.

Curtis shot forward, got his hands around Lloyd’s collar. He slammed the man back against the wall, and shook him. “I said for you to shut the fuck up about her,” Curtis hissed. “I was clear, so you’re obviously as dumb as you look. Now. What the fuck do you want?”

It had been a while since they were really intimate with each other, and they were both up for it. Gehrig was. Shirley set her back on the bed after throwing her shirt somewhere. “What about the trousers…?” Gehrig queried. “I – want you to take them off yourself…” Answered Shirley in a seductive voice. “Woah – Woah…” Gehrig grinned devilishly. Gehrig was just about to dive into Shirley from where he stood when the call came in. Talk about bad timing. Shirley stretched her hands to the nightstand to grab her phone. She looked over the screen for some time and dropped the phone.

While Danielle clutched her dress with the imposing aura coming from Curtis who was standing right in front of her but facing towards Lord Hawthorne. Whereas King Cyrus was absent from the scenario! "N- no please, forgive me." Lord Hawthorne immediately knelt in front of Curtis not bothering to care about his reputation and honour and pleaded for mercy. His voice stuttered and he began to slap himself hard with consistent sobbing and begging for mercy. "I...I got swayed, my lord. Please….I beg you, spare my life." Curtis did not respond or even flinched at his act instead he reached for his hairpin and took it out letting the long hair loose, with an effortless flung of arm the long needle p

Curtis's voice was cold, filled with killing intent, making the air feel icy. "It was him!" the men pointed at Kiran. Curtis's piercing gaze fell on Kiran, his expression shifting from anger to a smile. The crowd was stunned. Kiran thought, "Could Curtis Barr like men?"

-Curtis: Toots, I want to see you in that daring black lace underwire bustier with cutout panties. I blushed with an exciting grin. -Me: Just name the time and I'll be ready for you. -Curtis: Eleven should be good. Most of these guys are usually in their own zones by then. -Me: Don't disappoint me, Curtis. I truly miss you. -Curtis: I am trying to get some days off so that I can have you to myself. I will officially make you mine when I get back. Are you ready to be marked by me?

“I think they invited me to join them.” “They would,” Aidan said. “They’re asking every woman who wanders past, so Jax sent Curtis over to keep ‘em in line.” “That’d do it,” Zoe muttered. “He’s mega-scary.” “Scarier than King?” Jo asked, slurping the last of her Cosmo. “‘Cause I can’t imagine anyone scarier than King.” Zoe considered her question seriously. “Hmmmmm. OK, no. Not scarier than King, ‘cause King is his own brand of terrifying. Curtis is terrifying-esque. Terrifying lite. But still a damn beast.”