Sr. Intocável Novels & Stories

Before he could say another word I tipped his drink onto his trousers and made a run for it. Vigorously, he attempted to wipe the red stain puddling down his trousers. "Fuck! Sophia Cassandra Mavros όταν σε πιάσω στα χέρια μου, όλος ο κόσμος θα με ακούσει να φωνάζω. Ελα αμέσως εδώ! Η ορμητικότητα σου θα με πεθάνει και πρέπει να σταματήσει." (When I get my hands on you, the whole world will hear me shout. Get back here now! Your impulsive stunts will be the death of me and they have to stop." I heard his voice boom down the corridors where I ran. I am in so much trouble. I continued to run until I got to our room and locked the door. The idea of being caught was practically inevitable consid

÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ I sink back on the couch later that night after Roy is sound asleep in his room. I have a laptop, sitting on my lap and hot coffee on the table. I am really trying my best to write but I am suffering an enormous writer's block. I keep thinking about Riana and Warren and the fact that she is staying with a disrespectful, diabolic, dangerous devil of a man who does NOT give a shit about her feelings.

Brooke Every time I comment about how different Iniko is, he thinks I’m talking about him having a human versus a dragon form or being my mate versus my brother. That’s not what I mean at all, or at least, not entirely. This reborn Iniko is very, very different from the one I knew before. That Iniko was smaller, sadder, and angrier. This Iniko is confident, loving, strong, caring, and honestly, everything I would have wanted in a mate. He’s practically perfect, except he has no memory of his previous life. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad, but it worries me.

Annoyed, I splashed a glass of wine straight into one man's face. He wiped his face and shouted, "Damn it! Stop acting innocent! You came to this event trying to find clients, didn't you? "Okay, here's the deal: please me tonight, and maybe I'll let you get a share in this film investment! If you offend me, forget about making it in the film industry!" I was both confused and furious. Ever since entering the gala, I was nowhere remotely suggestive! I calmed myself and asked, "Sir, from the moment I entered, I haven't done anything suggestive or lewd. I'm here to look for Christoph Wolan, the director. Has there been a misunderstanding or something?"

My hand froze in the center. Oh No

My heart was killing me at the moment, I couldn't breathe. Albert opened his eyes, smiled at me then heaved a sigh before planting a kiss on my forehead. "One. Nine-eleven attacks." My forehead furrowed. What did he mean by one? He kissed the tip of my nose, "Two. Mozilla Firefox," I gasped. I let my brain backtrack from what he was saying. He kissed my cheeks. "Three. Ousting SH. Four, F******k."

Sauran's angry voice said to Reikel. "Release me, Sauran," Reikel's voice was cold as he spoke to Sauran. "No. I won't let you go to that woman," Sauran said in a hard voice. Her grip on Reikel's arm was even tighter. "Morry!" Reikel calls out loud to Morry.

The girl shrank back, but her face was plastered ahead. She squinted, trying to read the name on the neon sign above their heads. Dom Krovi. It was a joint she recognized, infamous for taking young girls off the road then tag and ship them to some foreign country or keep them for use, neither was better. Dom Krovi was owned by a Russian mob, and they weren't people to mess with. A man's back appeared, blocking Hannah's petrified face.

Tara recognised the face, remembering the weird maid she was assigned when she had entered Frantino Mansion as a bride, "Sia?" "You remember my name?" "Of course, you're the weird woman who wouldn't tell me anything about yourself" Sia didn't know whether to smile at Tara's wit or pity the woman's bravery for attempting a joke in such a disastrous circumstance. "I am sorry I knocked several times, you didn't answer so I used the spare key to enter" Sia showed the key in her hand to explain her intrusion, "That's fine I see you settled my bag...which has nothing but Ina's toys"

Preso No Telemóvel A Nina, assim se chamava a mulher da limpeza, estava connosco havia muito tempo, vinha dia sim dia não, era um pouco faladeira e muito bonita, parecia ser bem mas nova do que era. Eu sempre achei que o pai a olhava de forma diferente, e ela sempre lhe sorria, retribuindo os olhares.