Novel & Cerita Shiro X Curtis

His gaze trailed upwards till they landed on the portrait and then he smirked. “Gotcha.” He said and turned back quickly. “Wait till the Don hear about you smashing the favorite portrait of his mother.” He murmured audibly enough as he immediately started climbing up the stairs. “Fuck it.” Mason said before removing his other shoe. This time, he stood up and with clear amusement in his eyes, threw the shoe which hit forcefully on Curtis’s skull. Curtis paused his movements for a moment before he just went down and laid motionless on the stairs.

“Yeah. Let’s start with your real name.” Curt Williamson opened his eyes to see his reflection staring back at him in the ceiling mirror. The blue satin sheet covered half his naked body. The sun was up, shining through the closed blinds. He raised his head slightly. It was quiet in the room, and he saw no one. She was gone. Ginger Curt laid his head back down in the sea of round, blue pillows. He’s been with sexy and wild women before, but . . . her. She had to have been the best lay he had ever had – and he didn’t get her phone number.

I know that those two members are going to try to surprise us. I made my shadow bound tightly and increased its speed as it made its way to Axel. Axel put up a wall of shadow, but I increased my speed more, determined to slice through his shield. Ed and Josiah's shadows didn't make it past Axel's wall, but my and Curtis' shadows did. We each landed a good blow on him, but he didn't show it.

shouted back Austin. “Curtis,” said Joseph, “stop with your talk and get going with the plan.” “Ha! As if you guys got the guts to take the first hit,” said Austin. Curtis couldn’t handle any more of Austin’s insult. He was flared with anger. Spreading his wings higher than before he screeched, “ATTTTACCCK!” “The eagle’s took the bait,” said Austin, mind reading with his wolves. “So, be prepared. Get ready to kill.”

He's thoughtful and he's got a soft spot somewhere deep within his soul and this makes me like him even more. He stood up and pulled me to my feet. He went to pick up his sweatpants and shirt without untangling our hands. I tried my best to hide my breasts with my wet hair as I pulled the hem of my wet shirt away from my skin. Cyrus must have noticed it when he suddenly pushed his shirt close to my chest, not touching me at all but it was enough to send my heart in a race.

He then turned to look for Natalie. Curtis went over to the bonfire. He was about to boil some water when Quinn and Violet quickly got up from the side to offer their help. "Let us help you, Prof. Crosby." "There's no need." Curtis rejected their help. "It's fine, we…"

He grumbled at me tapping his gun on his leg. I choked back a sob and continued to unbutton my shorts and pull them off. I could feel all the bruises that would be coming in shortly and grimaced. Rosco whined behind me distracting Curtis for a moment. “Tell that fucking dog to shut up and stay where it is.” I gave Rosco the stay command because I didn’t want him getting beaten by the piece of shit in front of me. Curtis then looked me up and down standing there shaking in my bra and underwear and licked his lips. He leaned me into the wall closest to the shower with his body and turned on the water. I could feel his hot breath on my body and I cringed. “Now finish.”

“You ne-ed to kn-ow that his name isn’t rea-lly ku-ku-kurtis.” I crawled out from under Vyn’s body, removing my shirt in the process to put pressure on the gunshot wound on her neck. Her eyes were glazed over and she had lost power in her arm to do it herself. “It’s okay, Shirley.” I didn’t know if I was comforting her or myself. “You’ll be alright, I promise.” She smiled and closed her eyes. “It’s o-ver f-or me. Hi-s na-me isn’t Kurtis.” “You already said that, Shirley,” I said patiently, holding back tears when my shirt got soaked with her blood. “What’s his name? Help me catch this bastard, please. Give me anything.”

"You're quite the actor! Acting like you weren't kidnapped by Sonny last night. How did I never notice how good you were at pretending?" Curtis had been found at dawn outside a hospital in Canraville. All surveillance cameras had been destroyed, and no one knew who had brought him there. Regardless, he was home now, recovering with no serious injuries. "I went to Eastern Mountain last night. What do you mean Sonny kidnapped me? You mean the fugitive Sonny?" Felix asked. Xena laughed bitterly at the mention of Eastern Mountain. No one could understand her pain—finally falling in love with someone, only to be hurt so deeply.

She was even familiar with some of them. Curtis stood next to her. "I know some of them. They used to frequent Emerald Group's shooting range in the past. They're not as good as me." Gwen looked at him. "Are you praising yourself?" Curtis felt a little indignant. He thumped his chest. "I was once a shooting champion. Can't I praise myself?" He was more than 6 feet tall, but he was huffing like a petulant child at that moment. It was somehow quite adorable.