Sly Carmelita 소설 & 이야기

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

He gave me a sad smile as he tucked a stray hair on my ear. “Well, I am already upset. What is there to lose?” I crossed my arms as if saying ‘I’m waiting.’ “Okay.” He said in defeat. “It’s about this morning's news.” He glanced briefly at my blank face before continuing. “It says that three men were ground to the bones inside the meat shop in Hill Street. And…and one of those three men was my friend, Caleb.” He finished panting, like the thought of his friend being dead is consuming the life out of him. My eyes widened in mocked shock and disbelief. What got my attention was the fact that he knows Caleb Salazar. But the question was, to what extent?

Lily’s voice rang out, laced with concern, though the sharp tone that followed made it clear she wasn’t going to let Carmela dodge any questions. The stall door creaked ajar as Carmela emerged, relying heavily on the doorframe. "I'm okay," she replied softly, her voice just above a murmur. Lily folded her arms, her piercing stare scrutinizing Carmela. "Do you consider that normal? You appear as though you've just encountered a ghost." “I just… I believe I consumed something rotten,” Carmela mumbled, pushing by Lily to cleanse her face at the sink. Lily lifted an eyebrow in skepticism. "Mm-hmm. When did you last have your period?"

Carmelita was a gorgeous, seductive she-wolf, more than willing to be anything I needed. I finally moved my hands off her body and slowly pulled out. I didn't mean to release inside her, but I knew if I stopped, I would never get to the point to cum again. I desperately needed to. I pulled up my pants and fasten my buckle then took my seat again.

She reached out, gingerly touched the warm metal. “Careful,” Andrei’s tone was sharp, but then he smiled apologetically. “No, sorry! Girls can shoot, too, I know. I heard of a sniper named Lyudmila at Stalingrad; she had more notches than most guys.” “Notches?” “For dead fritzes.” Svetlana did not understand but somehow his admission that she could do whatever it was that he had done with this strange object spurred her into action. She swung her legs over the edge of the sofa and stood up.

“Boss!” Tall, has a strong build, and is damn hot in his white long sleeves that are unbuttoned from the first three. The black suit is draped stylishly to his shoulder. Black pants and leather black boots. The black mask that covers his face, red hot ombre dyed hair, and a pair of blue eyes, captivating and hot. He draws a sinister smile after a smirk. Walking towards the bunch of still-living thugs. He then crouches down, holds a person’s unconscious state, and disappointedly slaps his face before asking for alcohol and a handkerchief that he then and quickly commands with a gesture to burn.

“Oh, poor Piper. Thinking you could rub shoulders with us. You don’t belong here. Go back to whatever little hole you crawled out of.” Her words cut deep, but I refuse to let her see it. I take another sip of wine, meeting her gaze evenly. “I said, I’m not in the mood.” Amber’s smile widens, her perfectly glossed lips parting as she leans in closer, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “That dress can’t hide what you are. A charity case in designer scraps. You’re nothing but a leech. You think dressing up makes you one of us? "

I slapped her, knocking her to the floor. “Your Amelia won’t last long” she laughed, I clenched my hands I slapped her again, pulled her hair up facing me, “who.the.fuck.send.you?” I asked this time I swear to God I'm gonna rip the shit out of her. She laughed “Fernizo Grayson, remember anyone with that name?” she asked. I looked at her and the last name I recognized sounds fine, where have I heard it from before? “Yes, him, Grayson's family?” she said, spitting the blood from her mouth.

she finally managed to whisper. "Don't call me that," Carmelita snapped, her voice sharp as a blade cutting through the air. Her eyes were cold, colder than Lena had ever seen them. The woman who used to smooth her hair and call her daughter was gone, replaced by someone who looked at her like she was something dirty on the bottom of her shoe. Lena flinched back, her shoulders hunching up around her ears. She could feel Mia and Sarah watching from the corner. "You ruined the bond between two friends," Carmelita continued, her voice getting louder with each word. "So what exactly do you want to explain to me again? What excuse are you going to give me this time?"

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.