Taco Ii Novels & Stories

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His presence alone carried weight, the kind that didn’t need to be announced. Tessa frowned slightly. “Aren’t we going to meet up with Mr. Taco from BlueSky?” she asked, her voice calm but carrying a hint of curiosity as she turned to Zoe. Zoe didn’t even try to hide her disdain. “You don’t deserve to meet Mr. Taco,” she retorted immediately, her tone sharp and dismissive. Without waiting for a response, Zoe walked ahead, her pace quickening as she approached the man on the couch. The shift in her demeanor was instant.

My heart pounded heavily and I gulped the whole bottle of water in the blink of an eye trying to calm myself down as I felt slightly light headed. Out of nowhere, a taco appeared in front of my eye, and I did what every sane person in my place at this moment would do. I freaking snatched the taco like a madwoman and inhaled it in seconds. I WANT MORE. Looking up at Hunter who now sat in front of me I ran my tongue over my teeth where a piece of taco stuck and wasn't getting out. Hunter sat there holding up his jaw with his hand staring at me, like a creep, softly, his hair falling in front of his face covering his eyes a little. He looked cute, and delicious. Even more delicious than a taco.

TAKEN fifty one Stella didn't have a choice this morning, Marcus has gone mute since last night, he wasn't trying to stop her from abortion. She didn't believe that's what he really wanted, but it was all for her own good in some type of way. If Marcus wasn't stopping her, it definitely means he was going to accept her after she got rid of the baby. There was still hope somewhere. She had woken up as early as possible before Marcus woke up, She had dressed and left him a note about her visit to the hospitality. She hoped he reads it on time and stops her.

“What do you have?” I pulled out a half-empty box of Choco Tacos. “Ice cream tacos?” Tig snatched one and passed it to Marco. “Perfect. A cold taco for the tough guy who got laid out by a dude in a suit.” Marco winced as he pressed the wrapper to his cheek. “Gotta admit—he hits like a goddamn freight train.” Del had been holding me on the couch through most of my breakdown, keeping her arms around me until the sobs had faded into hiccups. She glanced over at me now, raising an eyebrow.

“I… I’m not sure.” “May I taste it again?” I swallowed hard. Adrian’s eyes deepened, a blue so intense it seemed to burn through me, a haze of heat simmering behind it. It rattled my already unsteady breath. “You… want to try again?”

I believe it is Taco Tuesday. I love Taco Tuesday. I know. I have the data. They walked back up the stairs. And Cale Rion, the man who had erased his own history, realized he didn't need to remember the past anymore. He was too busy building the future. One taco at a time.

The man in the frame was in his mid thirties and he looked very similar to Marco which made her believe that he must have been the older Mister McCoy, Beside him was a very beautiful woman, a little shorter than him but with the pale complexion and electric blue eyes. There were two kids in the frame. One looked around seven years old wearing a black tuxedo as his mother caressed his hair. There was Another boy in the frame around three years old, He was wearing the same black tuxedo as the older one but his face was blank and he looked like he was a complete stranger to the family.

Then there was written on the case; 𝑰𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒐𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝒅𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔-𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒚. There were pictures also which hung on the wall, pictures of the sunset, a girl by the shores of the ocean, a guy riding a motorbike…Signed under each photograph was 𝑇𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑎_𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑇𝑜𝑏𝑦 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑒.