Spg Novels & Stories

Stupid fan! “Six, why are you here?” the guy asked. His number one fan was right about him being Spanish. “Well, I’m here to get breakfast, but I also wanted to introduce you to someone,” Six replied. “I'm actually meeting someone in your life?” the guy scowled. “Trust me, I'm just as shocked that I’m doing this. Rochelle Solano, meet Five. Five, Rochelle,” Six introduced Prominent, I repeat.. “Really?” I couldn't help but giggle. “I feel like I’m missing something here,” Five admitted.

My voice was on the verge of yelling. "Oh, for heaven's sake." My sister dragged me to strolled up to the counter. "Excuse me." "Yes, may I help you?" A tall blonde walked up to the counter: her name tag said ‘Paula. "Is it possible to remove my sperm from the woman who is using it?" We watched as Paula began typing away on her computer, "I don't think you can do that if the sperm has been used." She looked at me with beautiful eyes of hers.

he muttered before Matteo heard the beep sound of the phone, he pulled it away from his ear and looked at Stefano "This had better be worth it" he grumbled out to the man, and Stefano just smiled and clicked his teeth. "It sure is Teo" he muttered making Matteo to growl out, he was really beginning to hate that stupid Nickname. **** Spade sighed out as he got up, picking up his jacket, he turned off the laptop, closed the wine glass encasing and picked up his car keys, he walked out of the office, turning off the lights because he might not return tonight again.

"I can't make these calls alone. They need your perspective." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Okay," he said finally. "I'll be there in thirty minutes." He arrived looking carefully neutral. We didn't hug or touch or do any of the intimate things we'd been doing before Wednesday's disaster. We just... existed in the same space professionally. The color corrections were the final piece of the campaign before full launch. Shadows and tones and emotional resonance translated through visual medium. Everything we'd built distilled into precise technical specifications.

Up in the distance, there was a huge crowd, Gregory pointed "That's speakers corner, its where people can use their free speech to spread messages to the public" I looked to see a man speaking through a megaphone to the gathering crowd "That's Tommy Robinson, he's got a huge gathering as you can see, he's very popular" "Whats he protesting about?" I ask watching the crowd "He's protesting about young girls being raped by Muslim gangs, it's a big problem here, we should move, the police will be here soon" "Why?" "They don't like Tommy and what he stands for" "I don't get it?" I say confused

Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in. At the center of the room, a man with perfect muscles and fat ass moved around the pole with smooth control. His almost naked body spun around the pole as he blended with the slow music. Stygian himself watched the guy as he moved with slow and practiced confidence. Sitting carelessly on the velvet sofa, nothing concerned him with the dude between his legs, sucking his cock. His focus was on the stage because that was where all the pleasure came from. Some of his acquaintances sat on other sofas, close enough to see the stage but far enough to distance themselves from Derek Stygian’s sin, as they usually call it.

My sparring partner, Danny, and I dance around each other in the ring at my club, simply called Mennetti's. I duck a blow and come back up, fists flying and hit him in the jaw. For whatever reason, I'm feeling a little on edge and need to work off the steam building up inside of me.

"That can be arranged, but do you assure us that you really did find water and can still remember the way back?" "Yes of course I can, nobody in my team knows the forest like I do" "Okay it's a deal then. Bellman! Go tell the guards to let them all in!" Mr Spencer says with finality to Mr Bellman. "But Thomas, the city w-" The General or Mr. Scar man as my mind now calls him, tries to object. "The city will rejoice at the news of the water discovery,Go!" Mr Spencer says. "Okay Thomas. Its your call." The General says through his teeth and leaves the room in anger.

Hey, Andrew I still love you, you know, we were close but what happened!? What did I do wrong!? Did I hurt you in any way!? Did you get in trouble because of me!? I'm sorry, I'm gonna be gone now, you can rest, you can live happily and please forgive me. Ava, April, We aren't that close but I still hold love to you. I'm sorry if I annoyed you with my screams and whimpers, I'm sorry if my mom was in a bad made and snapped at you because of me, please don't forget me.

I will be back" she replied before walking off towards the doctor's office. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………. Malcolm sat silently waiting for the doctor to finish what he was doing before talking to him. Doctor Adrian was just thirty-seven years old but he had already achieved a lot including being the best surgeon in the country and Liam's case was special to him because he was the first person he couldn't operate upon and thus wanted to make sure everything was okay with the boy.