Step Up 2 The Streets Moose Novelas e Histórias

Just as I had finished checking in and turned to walk up the stairs, Nathan rushed in suddenly. He was panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his face was flushed from running. "Did someone just check into a room here? Did a woman named Yvonne Liesel check in? Tell me, quick!" he demanded.

Yes, I need two stepbrothers inside of me. And Yes, tonight is about to get messy. Ethan's lips descended on my breast, and my head went blank ....

He sucked in air and I smiled. “You should be scared, Theo. Now I’ll give you the choice… we could leave, you could come willingly to my place… or I’ll force you anyway… or you’d have to stay locked up in this room with my cock searing through you while you scream so hard for the whole cruise to know you are claimed by your fucking stepbrother… who would not stop fun bd you all through this cruise.”

“Your parents are dead. Why are you still so bold?” Cassian jerked his hand away from his uncle, dusting off imaginary dirt from his jacket. “Filth.” “Filth?” Adam repeated, laughing. “You dare refer to me as filth? A boy who was brought from the slum, the dirtiest part of Morvane, dares refer to me as filth?” Cassian fumed. Some men were still hanging around the boardroom. He couldn’t afford to punch Adam now. Violence would damage his reputation if he still wanted to fight for the Chairmanship.

First time ba niya dito? "Are you sure na tama ang pupuntahan natin?" "Yes boss. You asked me where I want to go. So, this is where I want to go. Dito ka na lang magpark." I pointed sa bakanteng parking space. "You surprise me everytime, Miss Anna Miller." Hindi ko pinansin ang sinabi niya. I don’t have time for compliments. Nagugutom na ako. "Maglakad na lang tayo papunta dun. Wala ka kasi mapagpaparkingan dun."

Take your time to freshen up. Mia climbed the stairs, her fingers trailing along the polished mahogany banister. The upstairs hallway stretched in both directions, lined with identical dark wood doors. She counted as she walked. One. Two. A noise caught her attention - music drifting from somewhere further down the corridor. She hesitated, lost count, and pushed open what she thought was the third door. The sight hit her like a physical blow. Tangled limbs. Bare skin. A flash of golden eyes meeting hers in the mirror. The scent of arousal and sweat filled her nostrils.

James interjected, “Hades' son.” “Please sweetie," he smiled cheekily as he rubbed his now free wrists and stood, “Call me Moe.” He placed his hand out towards me to help me up which I nonchalantly took. Within that second, he stapled me together with him and chuckled, “Naive pretty little shit. You should learn to be a little cautious of whom you trust.” “Trust me," I shrugged, "I'm facing the Consequences. “Let her be, Moe.”

“See you tomorrow, Ms. Bisila. Good night.” "What exactly do you want?" Bisila asked, watching him closely. “Have a good night, Miss Bisila," Mr. James said with a polite nod as he walked past her. “Have a good night, Mr. James." “See you tomorrow," he added. “Yeah, sure," she replied with a slight snap, hopping up the Thompsons' fence with practised ease. Within minutes, she was already scaling the arc of the large house, as sneaky as a cat. Quietly, she pushed open the roof hatch and slipped inside, landing on a creaky bed that let out an awkward groan.

Poverty breeds deceit, wealth breeds virtue! [Those broke losers are terrifying. If they can’t have it, they destroy it!] [Miss Grant is pregnant! That guy is a monster!] The barrage of comments overwhelmed the livestream. My parents hid at home, staring at the broadcast on their phones with ashen faces. Perhaps they regretted it, not sending me, the monster, to prison sooner. The press conference atmosphere reached its climax thanks to Evelyn’s masterful acting. She was preparing to deliver her final killing blow, urging the courts to make an example of me, the social degenerate.

My stomach dropped. “That must be him!” my mother sang, practically skipping toward the door. Then I heard greetings. Then a familiar voice. Please, universe, have mercy. Please— Then they walked in. And just like that, the universe told me to go to hell. Because standing right there in my mother’s living room, wearing a black suit that probably cost more than my rent, was Dante Moretti. For a second, everything fell still the moment we locked eye contact. He had paused in his steps, while I just remained still, wondering why the universe was destined to make my life messier. Then slowly, his lips curved into that sinful, knowing smirk I’d been trying to forget.