Soda Pop Curtis Novels & Stories

It was indeed admirable beyond measure for a young man, who was not even thirty years old yet, to be able to develop to this scale in that kind of world where there was constant intensive fighting on the battlefield. So, Cadfan took the initiative to lift his wine glass as he spoke from the bottom of his heart, “Porter, I have never admired anyone in my whole life. Curtis Wade from the Wade family was the first person that I’ve ever admired, and you are the second. Here, let me give you a toast!” When Porter heard the words ‘Curtis Wade’, he had a slightly cold expression on his face as he looked at Cadfan and asked seriously, “Grandpa Schulz, was Curtis Wade really as powerful as legend has

I was just about to make myself scarce, until Kamaria called me out, making him looked straight at me. I'm in deep shit! I picked up my cigarette and dragged it down one last time until I put it out. Then closing my laptop, and taking it and my cup of coffee with me. "Mr. Davis. I'm going to leave both of you alone now. Good evening." I tried my best to hide my half nakedness in my lingerie, I didn't even wear a bra. I thought he will keep her for tonight at his and I will have the place to myself.

“Good morning, guys.” “Good morning.” Me and Ryder say in unison. Curtis smiles. “Breakfast is almost done, take a seat.” He says, as he takes some bacon out of the pan. Me and Ryder sit down at the table and a couple of minutes later Curtis brings over a couple of plates. He sets a plate in front of Ryder that is full of bacon, eggs, toast, hashbrowns and even some fruit. The plate Curtis sets in front of me, only has toast and some mixed fruit on it. He must see my confused expression, because he says. “I figured toast would be the easiest thing on your stomach. If you want something else, I can make you something different.”

"You want them? Fine. Here." Her hand suddenly slipped downward, making Curtis gasp softly. "Stop…" With a strange sound, several glass beads rolled out from his pants. One brushed past my cheek, making me feel nauseous. "Ms. May, you're so mean," Curtis said, squirming awkwardly. Curtis straightened his pants, pretending to be embarrassed, then looked at me.

Though he didn’t want to drink water right now, since it was his daughter who had suggested he do so, he gladly accepted the drink. Curtis lifted the cup and drank it all in one go. "Can I have another cup?" Bianca's eyebrows furrowed, and everyone present looked at Curtis in a somewhat strange manner. The men who had come with Curtis particularly couldn't believe their stern and dignified leader was acting like this. It was just a request for a cup of warm water, but Curtis' tone seemed to carry a hint of helpless affection for his daughter. "It's just water. If you want it, just ask for it. What are you doing?" Bianca remarked, shooting a glance at the servant next to her.