T Tú Novels & Stories

I blurt out. Cortèz starts to stroke his cane over the sand making a capital L. “Let.” He says to us while he writes the capital letter U. “Us.” Then strokes his cane again making a capital A. “All.” Writes the letter H. “Heal.” Lastly he finished with the capital U. “Unexpectedly.” Harry finishes. Cortèz smiles. “The island of LUAHU is home for people who wishes to heal. May the both of you heal from your pains and be awakened soon.” He walks away until he magically disappears fading.

I mumbled motioning for him to take off his shirt and he did both our names present on his left pec. I smiled as both their gazes moved to me silently asking. "To show both your names I have to get fully naked" I reminded wordlessly letting them know they would have to bless me with the same view. "Ok," Jason said chuckling stripping down and I moved back from between her legs doing the same as them. I watched as Cassi's gaze landed on her name above my right breast, desire immediately filling my body. "Turn around for me" Jason ordered his voice deeper than usual, letting me know I wasn't the only one who wanted to fuck. I turned, allowing him to see his name that was tatted in the center o

Bozo found a stone from the fallen building and relaxed his weight. He tucked his sword under his armpit and with his free hands took out his snuff-box from his pouch. He taped the coverlid and scooped a large portion into his nostrils with his index finger. The electrifying rush that went from his brain to all parts of his body made him shiver as he groaned with pleasure. The people of Umunta have become his favorite. They were skilled in grinding the tobacco smoothly and the lack of adulteration made him fond of their product. Unlike his previous sellers who often mix the tobacco with colorants and other useless leaves, this was the best anyone could ever ask for.

I guess flying so high up with such limited oxygen would be very disorienting. "There's a spare key in the barbecue. Papa Gray doesn't use it anymore so it's the best place to keep it," she stumbled her way to the barbecue, pulling the lid and fishing out a single key. She then made her way to the back door, practically fighting with it to get it open, "Damn it, the door is stuck again."

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Or a dish that you liked? “What the hell do you mean by that?” Apparently, my questions had surprised him beyond measure because now he looked like I was the crazy one “How can you not know who the hell Sansa is? Have you never heard of the Starks? Game of Thrones?” “Did you name it after a fictional character, then?” I said without carrying still looking apprehensive at the big dog with gray fur and blue eyes that kept in the same position, "And it's female, right?" With an exasperated sound, Louis pulled away from me to take the bed back and place it on the side of the living room couch and where Sansa immediately lay down.

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When we pulled up, He looked at me and raised his brow, and said, "Crystal, why are we at a tattoo shop?" I smiled and said because you and I have an appointment to get tattoos. Now get your ass out of the car and let's go. We went inside and signed in. When the artist who was doing my tattoo called me back, Brooks walked back with me and asked if I was sure about this. I said I am sure. I have thought about it since last night and I want to do it. He said ok and the artist asked what I was getting. I smiled and said I want the word cutie right under my collarbone. I looked at Brooks and he was smiling. I said what? I wanted my first tattoo to be something that meant a lot to me and I know I

she gestured to large boobs and large behind with her hands. Theo grimaced, "And that's supposed to make me feel better? You're not his type? Is HE your type?" he raised his brows, "After all ... he's Justin Bieber lookalike ... oh no ... worse ... Josh Reynolds lookalike, he drives a Tesla and a Lambo, and what other car does he drive?" he gave Hazel a look.

There was a glass wall dividing both sides and a small compartment where you could pass items through. After I got sat down, they brought in the visitor who I didn’t recognize. He wore a suit and looked in his late 20s. “And you are…” I asked. “Who I am isn’t important. It’s who you need to know.” “And who would that be?” “Ford Clinton, brother of Zade Clinton; who you murdered in cold blood.”