Soda Pop Curtis Novelas e Histórias

He noticed her lean toward Emily's drink, saw a slight flick of her wrist. His gut twisted. What was that? Did she put something in it? He wasn't sure, but something felt wrong. Very wrong. Kurt tossed the unlit cigarette to the ground and stepped into action. He moved casually to the back of the car and grabbed more snacks and another bottle of soda, pretending as if he was just being helpful. He walked back toward them, keeping his tone relaxed. "Here's more chips and soda, Luna," Kurt said, placing the food on the edge of the mat.

Right away, Curtis gave a rare smile of his own back, returned King’s nod, turned his attention to a table in the corner that was getting a bit loud. “So, it looks like the last one of you determined single-guy types has taken himself off the market,” Tessa said to King. “First Jax and Sarah, then you and Naomi, then Dillon and Maria.” She turned to Aidan. “Then you and Gabi, then Mac and Mirrie, now Curtis and me. It’s too big of a loss to the hot man pool around this place. The women of Curves are weeping rivers, I tell you. The woman’s bathroom floor is awash with tears, to the point that you need rain boots to wade through it.”

Stephen kept his sharp, cold eyes trained on Curtis. The latter didn't cower in fear at all. Instead, he met Stephen's gaze impatiently. "Sir, what do you want from me? I'm just a regular worker here. You've wasted a minute of my working hours. I won't be able to clock out on time later thanks to you." It was then that Stephen averted his gaze. "I heard that you're quite close to Conan." "Oh, you must be talking about that idiot." Curtis explained nonchalantly, "He's richer than the other kids, not to mention more gullible as well. I tend to ask for pocket money whenever I feel like it, if you get what I mean."

“Garvin, please. I am not emotionally prepared for marriage but Keanu would back off. You don’t have to do anything.” Iris felt pity for Keanu. To her, he was just an honest friend and it would be sad for him to get hurt because of her. Garvin chuckled but did not respond and said, “Tell me about Curtis.” Iris smiled and began to say, “he has three favorite foods. Peanut butter and jelly sandwich, chicken nugget, and mac and cheese. He loves pizza too but I don’t like him to eat it much but his favorite fruit is red apple.”

Curtis sipped the wine again, rising from the seat and getting for himself a glass of icy water from the fridge. While he returned to his seat, Susan was still looking at him and every move he made. “I know your business is getting tough, but,….” She paused and walked to the fridge to get both of them some desserts, fruity podding. “I am stuffed.” Curtis sighed and only drank his water. Less half of the dish was remained…

"Those things don't feel as heavy as meat, so they've got to be light." Aria's eyes held a trace of amusement. "Fine, we'll get that. Mr. ATM has pockets deep enough for you to splurge." Sam jumped up with a whoop. "Yay! Light food it is!" Landon laughed quietly. "Alright, let's head over." … At that moment, Curtis was at his home in Portfall. His gaze softened as he watched Clarence, the young man before him. "Have you had any luck finding that young lady who helped you?"

My throat closed with tears “Please don’t leave us.” His gaze flickered to Axel and Zarek. “Take care of her.” “You don’t have to tell me that old man” Curtis smiled faintly, then coughed, his body shuddering as he went still. A sob tore from my chest as I collapsed against him, my hands curling my fist into his blood-soaked shirt. Curtis was gone. And Varda had won.

I say, coughing and wiping mouth with the back of my hand. Luke’s laughing his ass off. “It’s supposed to. Puts hair on a man’s chest." He backhands my arm. “Take it slow. You’ll get used to it.” Curtis looks at the bottle. “God, I missed this.” He tips the beer back and brings it back down. “Ah. Good stuff." Curtis is older so he was able to experience drinking before we went into hiding. Me not so much. I look around the circle of guys. Luke urges. “Go on. Little sips.” He encourages.

But that was the deal at Curves, and Curtis knew it: the ladies serving up the alcohol had to keep the clients happy and relaxed, and flirtatious conversation was a big part of that. “She’s cute, huh?” Aidan had commented. Curtis had grunted. “Yeah, I know you think so.” Aidan had shaken his scruffy blond head. “Christ, man, you actually smiled at her. It was terrifying to behold, but it was also kinda nice to see. I had no idea you even could smile.” “Shut it, Carter.” Curtis had stalked away again, his glower firmly fixed back in place.

His name was Curtis, and he was the opposite of the quiet ghost that had been her real father. Curtis was loud, flashy, and unapologetically himself. He had a booming laugh that could fill a room and a love for big gestures—gold watches, muscle cars, backyard fireworks on the Fourth of July. He wore leather jackets in the summer and always had a story to tell, even if you didn’t ask for one. He called Lissa “kiddo” from the very start, and somehow, it stuck.