Sloppy Seconds Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Perhaps, I made exceptions for you Rahul.” His eyes sunk in horror. “I've never killed that slowly before. You broke the record.” “But let me make this clear to you,” I told him. “Antonio. Doesn't. Fuck. With. Time.” “You have ten seconds.” I started to count. “You know,” Lisa started. 10 “You better agree.” 9 “He is going to shoot you anyway.” 8 “But your wife might survive.” 7 “Might?” his voice broke. 6 “He could get the password you know.”

Who could it be? I unlock the cell phone and read the message. UNKNOWN: “Hi, I'm the guy you danced with last night, it was nice to meet you, would you like to meet up some other day and have a drink?” I start typing and send the message. “It seems that the feeling is not mutual, he gave you his number wrong” I leave the cell phone on the bed to get dressed and not two minutes later I get another message. “I'm sorry, I guess so. Damn! I don't understand why the same thing happened to me a second time”

Serena said impatiently, her gaze piercing. "But here is my advice for you. Have some dignity. You brought this disgrace upon yourself. Just let her go." "Disgrace?" "What else would you call it?" Serena’s patience snapped. She spat out her words. "You think sleeping with Elara under the guise of childhood sweethearts makes your relationship pure and innocent? Everyone sees right through your filth! A man and a woman on a business trip, and you only book one hotel room. You're both adults, Vittorio. Don't insult my intelligence and tell me you were playing hide-and-seek in that room!"

The seconds stretched out, slow and heavy. Out came the words, spoken slow, easy to catch. “Next move… I break her completely.”

"What does that mean?" "It means nobody knows." "How is that a prize if nobody knows what—" "Sloane." "What." "Stop talking for thirty seconds." I stopped talking for about eight seconds. "We haven't found the second one." "I know." "We've been walking for twenty minutes." "I know." "If we don't find it soon—" "I know."

Three times. Slowly.

Mason Wright slipped off his ring and picked up his phone to book a flight three hours later to Bhador. "The marking ceremony will have to wait. We'll continue once Eira is feeling better." My heart sank. We had been together for five years. He claimed me. The marking ceremony? It got delayed–and so many times, at that. For werewolves, being marked was what truly made a bond official. At this point, I lost count of how many times Mason had chosen Eira Padmore over me.

He didn't seem enthusiastic, didn't seem willing, but his body, his cock, betrayed him. Celeste’s head bobbed out of time with the slow pulsing music, the sleek, straight waves of her long hair snapping back and forth with an almost fierce determination as the senator paced slowly around the couch. With deliberate movements and an air of nonchalance, he reached inside his own pants, drawing out his cock and methodically sliding a rubber over its length, every motion steeped in an unsettling mixture of confidence and cruelty.