Novel & Cerita Shiro X Curtis

"Appletini, please...oh, I'm so sorry..." The sexy captain America look alike smiled but move back to give me some space and I bite my lip and smile at him. I was going all out wanting to get it over with while I could still see Gene on the corner of the room pretending to talk to some hot redhead woman. I was feeling insecure seeing the man beside me, thinking he could surely beat me up to a pulp if he's a straight homophobic guy. "It's okay, don't think I've seen guys ordered that in a while." Curtis Cuthbert was looking more and more straight as he said the words with his deep manly voice.

Dante beamed and asked the man to unstrap Curtis’s hands from the plaster. Curtis grinned in a bit pain as he rolled his wrists. “So, as I told you we both know each other…and you know I hate to hear ‘No’, Curtis!” Dante folded his two arms in his front while he gazed at Curtis who seemed limping already as the man had no other choice but working for him.

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?”

My throat closed with tears “Please don’t leave us.” His gaze flickered to Axel and Zarek. “Take care of her.” “You don’t have to tell me that old man” Curtis smiled faintly, then coughed, his body shuddering as he went still. A sob tore from my chest as I collapsed against him, my hands curling my fist into his blood-soaked shirt. Curtis was gone. And Varda had won.

Curtis stated firmly as Rima released all her tension through an exhale then she hugged Curtis while Curtis froze. “Thank you.” She whispered. “Thank you for showing me that I was not wrong with siding you.” Curtis used his hold on Rima's shoulders to pull her back so that he could see her face. “Wait, you chose me over Penn.” The horror he must have been feeling must have shown in his voice because Rima rolled her eyes and she replied him sarcastically. “Why don’t you just celebrate in happiness at my decision?” “You just painted a red paint on my back for Penn.” Curtis complains as Rima scoffed.

I spoke into the phone, ready to send it. Just then, another message pinged: [Holy crap! Delete that! How is Floria in the group?] The next instant, I was booted out. I let out a bitter laugh, deciding not to pursue it. With only three days left in the cooling-off period, the only thing I cared about was the divorce certificate. But as I fumbled for my keys at the door, a crack in the frame revealed Isiah slumped on the sofa, clutching a sexy photo of Zoe.

The Chief deemed Azriel’s idea simply unworthy of their time. “That would just be a complete waste of our time Azriel, no offense.” Said the Chief. Azriel lowered her eyes shamefully. She’d wanted to say none taken, but in truth, she was offended. She remained silent and collapsed her back into the couch. “Agent Shirley…? You’ve been quiet for a while.” Chief Tador noticed Shirley Silence. Both of her eyes were locked on the screen even after Chief Tador acknowledged her, watching the video for about the 100th time. The video ended and restarted – her eyes still locked on the television screen, and her ears seemingly shut away.

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?"

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 . . . ”