Shiro X Curtis Novels & Stories

-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.”

Lauren asked, shocked at his sudden change. Her voice cracked slightly at the end. She searched his face desperately, almost hoping he would suddenly return to his senses and stand beside her again. Curtis's expression remained cold. Earlier, Curtis would've supported her even if he's not sure of the truth. But now, something seem to change. He's not siding and protecting Lauren. “Shut up!” Curtis snapped, pointing accusingly at Lauren. “Enough!” The sharpness in his tone made Lauren’s entire body stiffen.

] Pretty Little Addict ~ Haiden Henderson My heart and pussy fluttered simultaneously. I hadn’t accomplished my goal. I’d wanted to use him to help me forget everything he’d done. As my body hummed with satisfaction, I wanted to laugh. Of course Shane had thrown it in my face and made me admit twisted desires I hadn’t even thought of and then made me cum.

“’Fraid there’s nothing left to keep.” “Bullshit,” Curtis snarled, his beady eyes narrowing with disbelief. “I smelled that little bitch. No way in hell would you let something like that go without getting some use out of it first.” Though he was burning with rage inside, Razl lifted his shoulder in a lazy shrug. “What can I say? She wasn’t nearly as sturdy as she looked.” Curtis gave a cocky laugh. “So I’m supposed to believe that Shadow Peak’s once golden boy has now gone to the dark side?”

SHELBY POV I have been working both jobs for four weeks now, and the pay is excellent. All the tips I make go into my brand new savings account, and I already have $900. Nothing else has changed. Curt still comes in every night to buy beer. He does shoot me a smile every time now, but nothing else. He seems to be getting worse. He hasn't shaved in who knows how long, and he looks tired. So very tired. It breaks my heart to see a guy like him so broken.

Jaxon continued, his voice steady, "that grief does not get smaller. You just get bigger around it. You grow into someone who can hold it without breaking." Curtis lifted his head. Sarah's fingers stilled on the tissue in her lap. Dr. Chen's eyes sharpened with interest. "That is a beautiful way to put it," Dr. Chen said. Jaxon shook his head. "It is not beautiful. It is just true." Curtis spoke next, his voice rough from disuse. "I do not want to grow around it. I want to go back. I want to undo what I did." Elijah's attention shifted fully to Curtis. The older man's hands trembled in his lap. His shoulders curved inward as if trying to collapse into himself.

You will forever be in my heart. Logan X

"Why are you so obsessed with Oliver now? What's so great about him? We met first. I stayed by your side through it all! "If you don't come to the grave today and explain everything, I'll slit my throat right here. Your baby will grow up without a father!" Curtis was desperate, too. He didn't know what else to do. He had been under online attack for days, breaking down again and again. Oliver was gone now, but Sharon still didn't want to see him. She ignored him over and over, treating him like he did not exist. Curtis had reached a dead end.

“You look like you’ve been dragged to hell, and even hell didn’t want ya and sent you packin’.” “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I tease, rolling my eyes. “You’re a real southern gentleman, Curtis.” He waves me off with one of his huge, calloused hands. Curtis is average height and portly, but his strength is truly incredible. His stained white shirt is coated in sweat while he yanks and fumbles with the chainsaw, mumbling curses under his breath. I find his company comforting in a way I can’t explain. “Are there… big animals out here?”