Slowly Then All At Once Mga Nobela at Kwento

Stephen quickly kicked him in the kneecap bend his leg the opposite way. The screams of the man in severe pain echoed as Stephen walked up to him. He pressed his foot on his neck. Crack!!!! His neck snapped, Stephen bent down and picked up the mans body with one hand and threw his body in overgrown field like taking out the garbage. He got in his car and drove home without a care in the world. The next morning (present time) Stephen got up early and went to Kent Global. The visit was unannounced. He had yet to reschedule a meeting with Jackson but he needed the contract signed and funds transfered.

Let slowly, but the body obeyed him. To rise from the ground is a stretched, but one movement, to sit down is another movement, more abrupt. Get on one knee, at the same time clenching your fists - even more clear, filled with increasing elasticity in the muscles of the action. And finally, raise your head and turn towards the sounds that have long been heard by your ears - steps, humming air, a sword cut by a blade and people's voices.

both respond together. "THEN BEGIN!"

The car continued moving but these time more slower. ******************

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ One step at a time right? Scoooot. Step. Scoooot. Step. See? Not that hard. Really not that hard. Even as I think those words, my body fights against me. Lots of slow, shallow breaths, inching forward until I'm just barely shuffling along. Shuffle. Shimmy, shimmy. Shuffle. I take another slow sliding step forward.

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻, 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲’𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴

All of it. Then I lean against it and breathe. In. Out. Slow. Even. But nothing feels steady. Not anymore.

Anthony sat as the new CEO and within a year of taking the reins of the business, the share price of the company rose. TO, A HAPPILY EVER AFTER >>>>>THE END<<<<<<

Her flavor bursts under my tongue as I fuck her. Slowly. Very slowly. I want to make this moment last, take as long as it needs to take. Ingrid bites me slightly harder at the end of a particularly slow thrust, a silent bid for speed. Death is slow. Life is fast and messy. And I want the mess.

We are getting there. It's about to go down. So many hot spicy juicy naughty things. We are closing in on it. let's have it. 🍑🍑 You should stay till the end because we are going to make it hot and a very slow burn thingy. 🥳💕💕🥳 Please kindly drop me a thumbs up if you are feeling this. ❤️😊