Sweethome Novelas e Histórias

I have three pair of my glasses all steamed up, want to get back to my place and really mess them up for me? "Which three pair, Andrea?" "The silver ovals, my silver half-rounds and gold half-square, all with pearl beaded chains." "Time to hit the road! to Andrea's place, her glasses are screaming for some action." I said "That's right and you won't believe what kind of action Ray, but after two hundred an fifty miles, believe me I'm steamed up as well and I like it." "Andrea, how about just getting the doughnuts and have the coffee at your place?"

His seduction was working and she felt her control slipping away. "Ooh," her eyes shuttered close and she let out a soft moan when he started nipping on her sweet spot, biting and sucking. The sweet pain shot from the spot, spreading down to her core like a wildfire. "My Sweet Bella," he whispered hotly in his sonorous husky voice, causing a swirl of tingles to unfurl in her stomach. " Only mine," his hot heavy tongue danced erotically over the bite of ownership he just gave her. Her breathing deepened and her heart started racing.

Cassie is an ordinary Omega and she is no match for Kayola- not in the least. Cassie runs out of the room, screaming at the top of her lungs. Kayola sighs and puts on her slippers. She gets to the large kitchen and she gasps at the sight before her. The kitchen is a huge mess. There are at least, two hundred dirty plates. The walls are splattered with soup stains and the floor is not left out. How on earth is she supposed to make this place sparkling clean?

I’m totally grateful for my amazing family. As for me I work at a small coffee shop called The Cube. The people there are really welcoming and friendly. The little money I earn from there I use it to buy groceries and essential things for Ophelia and I. I live in an small apartment in the city of New York. It’s not very big but it is really cosy and homely. My parents actually got me this apartment when I turned 16 as a gift and it did turn out handy because once Ophelia started growing I felt it was the best that we had our own place.

I sigh walking in the bedroom and plopping down on the bed . Its hardly been three days and I am already getting tired of this works . I roll my eyes taking my phone but I froze as I heard the door open . Swiftly hiding the phone under my leg I look up to see Ruth , " Hey , you want something ?" I spoke . He just stared at me . Making me super uncomfortable . " W-What ?" I ask and he took tow steps ahead and suddenly I was alert . " Ruth " I questioned and he gave a sigh . " Nothing , just ..go sleep " He said slamming the door shut making me confused .

Mike liked dark colors, preferably black, and so Sarah worked that into every possible spot, provided it’s not going to overshadow the room On the left, Sarah’s room was equipped with mostly a large book rack– in every wall and corner she could find–a small desk and 2 chairs. She didn’t set up a separate office for her real estate since not many customers comes to meet her at the office. But those racks will help keep the necessary files regarding real estate organized. On the right hand are a simple lounge with a white wall and a skeleton wall clock that is at least 5 feet tall and width. Below the clock is a set of sofa and coffee table. Finished with an oak brown rug underneath that table

I stopped drinking and partying excessively and dated a few times; until, eventually, the pain became a dull ache. That was the moment that Chelsea and I became more than stepdaughter and stepmother. She was my friend and the mother I always wanted. I never told her that the man who had broken my heart was Micah, and she never asked. Pulling my thoughts away from the past, I rise when the bus makes a stop next to the shops near Central Park. It’s after six o’clock, and the sun is going down when I get to one of my closest friends’ shop. Maleah and Sage both own a small dessert shop near downtown Manhattan called Sweet Perfect. Maleah is a baker, and Sage is the one that takes care of promoti

I was curious. She simply shrugged. "It's now a small confectionary store. The owner Mister Wilson passed, so the wife sold it. It was the saddest day of my life. I lost another home... Sorta." She bit her lip and turned to me, "it's getting really late. I have to check on my guys, plus I've got to arrange our place to sleep. See you later maybe." She smiled at me as she tucked in a little of her shirt into the back of her pants.

Olivia said cheerfully. "I'm really going to live well and according to your wishes here," said Andrew. The man gave his lover a short kiss on the lips. "Want to go inside?" "Of course." The two of them stepped into the big house that was right in front of them. When Olivia entered, the woman's eyes lit up when she saw the minimalist but elegant living room. After that it turned to the kitchen which caught Olivia's attention. The kitchen in this house really looks very simple but still elegant. And the woman's gaze shifted to another room and stepped into the room.

It screamed wealth in the most elegant way possible. I stopped and smiled softly. “Well, you’re home.” Susie looked at me, then at the long road ahead that led toward my neighborhood. “Why don’t you just take a taxi back? I’ll feel weird knowing you’re walking alone this late.” I waved my hand dismissively. “Nah, it’s fine. It’s only like a fifteen or twenty-minute walk. I do it all the time.” She sighed, clearly not convinced. “I feel bad. Why does my house have to be closer? Ugh!” She grunted dramatically, making me burst into laughter.