Smutshots Mga Nobela at Kwento

into the woods without getting noticed. I walk into the woods without a plan or weapon. Something feels odd right whenever I find myself in these woods. I feel "Hello Alice," a sweet voice says behind me, startling me. I jump and turn to face the direction of the voice. A young lad who is probably my age is standing an inch away from me. "How do you know my name?" I look around me to find anything I can use to protect myself. The tree behind me has a broken branch hanging on it. I slowly take a step backward while keeping my gaze on him. "Everyone knows you, mi lady," he replies with a soft smile. His accent sounds different from the people around here. His dark hair is packed in a low bun.

They were simply officemates who find comfort in each other by sharing each other's body heat, a superior and an underling who disclose each other's burdens and frustrations through strong penetrations, tightly entwined fingers, and erotic moans. "Was I?" he asked, his nose scrunching and brows close to kissing in confusion. He looked away from her flushed face to see the cigarette that was losing a quarter of its body while hanging loosely between his right hand's fingers, continuously emanated a long, slender smoke that comforted and annoyed his burning nose at the same time. He lifted his right hand and took a puff of his cigarette, once he had enough, he blew the fume off from his lips.

she asked before she took her shot. “I believe Matty will need to have Insan Sevenler tattooed on his chest,” Ray supplied. “Right, cousin?” Matty turned to glare at him. I snorted. “Right,” Matty ground out through his teeth. Kimi conveniently missed her shot. I guess she decided to let Matty have some hope. “Shit,” she swore softly. “Well, I guess it’s your turn.” Matty strutted up to the table, and eyed the balls. He took two shots before one of his balls barely missed the pocket. “Fuck!” he shouted, and glared at Kimi. “Go,” he commanded.

He said while still looking at us. I looked outside the window when I heard the word “documentary” Because I remembered last year. With my friends, colleagues, and the man that I loved. We are about to go to Baguio and the unexpected happens that kills them all. That until now it hurts me because the wound is already healed but it left a scar. I took a deep breath and looked back at Sir Ross. I feel a shiver when I saw the woman who took suicide swinging dead at the back of Sir Ross. Her feet are touching the

Omar reminded his mom of more tragically funny things that happened that Halloween night. “Yeah, I remember now. That toy machine gun kept poking him in his booty and he kept saying how he couldn’t breathe through his Deadshot mask. He also kept talking about how his underwear felt too tight beneath his pants.” Amy’s laughter choked her up. She remembered watching her husband walk down the sidewalk, trying to adjust his Deadshot costume by tugging on his butt, and his crotch. She remembered thinking about how Will Smith gracefully sported the costume in Suicide Squad, making it look easy.

Somewhere behind him, a camera shutter clicked. *****************************************************************

Shit got real when I defeated Henry, Jordan, Noah and put Jamal in a tight spot. “Shit!” He cursed as he glued his eyes to the screen. “What the fuck did you say to him?” “Some magic words,” Cyrus shrugged, leaning into me even closer now to get my camera. “How does this work?” He mumbled, fumbling with it while I worked hard to keep my eyes on the prize. “Oh! Smile!” The camera shuttered and the flash pulled a groan from everyone. “Cyrus! Fuck you, man! You ruined my shot!” Jamal screamed, jumping to his feet in desperation. “Oh no no no! You did that on purpose!”

(SOMITO’S POINT OF VIEW) "Keep your eyes on his hands! If he reaches for his pocket, you fire!" Somito barked at his snipers, who were perched on the statues of the fallen Montague lords. He adjusted the strap of his rifle, his boots crunching on the obsidian gravel of the landing pad. He didn't like this. He didn't like the silence of the ivory skiff as it settled onto the struts, its engines sighing with a hiss of pure white steam.

They shout for Syd, the first guy steps on the wire and there’s a moment before it goes off, Sansom blurs out the front door again with one other person following on his heels. The other two are staring at the wire, and not moving. Idiots, the faster one gets blasted in the back, and thrown forwards out of frame. The other two are splattered all over the walls, there was no recovering from that. It’s a much bigger explosion than he’d thought it would be. Sansom comes back into frame to look inside again.

He was so close Alec felt her breath on his neck, his back was against her chest and her arms wrapped around Alec's hands steadying the gun for him. "Come on, concentrate, I know you can still shoot perfectly even with a lot on your mind." Lilith said and Alec's breathing slowed. He couldn't possibly concentrate when she was so close to him. Lilith's face was right next to Alec's, her hands on his hands as she helped Alec shoot his shot. The bullet hit the exact centre and Alec had a wide smile on his face. He was a perfect shot, but his mind couldn't seem to concentrate. "I knew you could do it." Lilith said with a smile that made Alec want to melt.