The Diva Serves Forbidden Fruit Mga Nobela at Kwento

They also found out that outsiders used to be promise users but they can't remember anything about promises because of the poison that was planted inside of them by the higher ups. Amana knew that there was something strange going on when the higher ups sent Carson to a mission but ended up being defeated. They gave them the wrong information. They also find it suspicious on the island, the barrier supposed to protect them from any threat. The daughter of Albert was kidnapped by the people who worked for the higher ups, the ones who planted the poison to the outsiders. Things are starting to make sense, the real villain is not them but the higher ups.

He further spoke, "Freshen up already. The pancakes are getting cold." Groaning, Diva made her way towards the washroom. After freshening up, she got out and smiled seeing Blaze serving some fresh strawberry pancakes for Diva. She plopped next to him as Blaze handed him the plate. "For you, beautiful," he breathed out. "Thank you," Diva said with a grin.

A spaghetti strap top that showed just enough cleavage. She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling confident. When they arrived at the club, the music hit instantly—loud, consuming, impossible to ignore. They found a seat and ordered cocktails. Chloe waved over the bartender. “Hey lovelies,” he said with a smile. “What can I get you both?” “Cocktails to start,” Chloe said easily. “Sex on the beach.” She turned to Lena. “I’ll have the same,” Lena added. “Alright, be right back.”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She looked at him. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He had made a sound when she bit into the fruit. She had heard it, low and involuntary and absolutely genuine, the sound of his control encountering something it was not equal to and stepping aside. His violet eyes were dark with want that was specific and enormous and directed at her with a focus that made the silver fire surge in immediate response. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She extended the fruit toward him. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

My mortification knew no bounds when I saw the students discussing my looks openly. Melissa is bland at best, one said, using the anonymous option. I understand why Jake would go for someone more… spicy, another went on openly. Sluttier, you mean? Olivia, one of the pack’s omegas, came to my defense. Going up, I saw what had started this awful discussion. There, in the forum, was a picture of Jake kissing Sandra against the lockers, with the headline: Spotted: Sandra snags yet another heartthrob.

Juliana should just tell me she was indirectly punishing me for the sin I committed. Juliana and I decided to check the other section and that was when my eyes caught that black short sparkling gown with unique stones. Even Juliana approved of the dress immediately. I moved forward to see the dress properly, my hands falling on the stones, but someone flung my hand off the dress. I looked up and it was no other person than Diva. Her eyes looked into mine, holding so much hatred she didn’t bother to hide. I just can’t stop running into this mini devil that calls herself Diva, I gritted my teeth.

The words came out a little too fast and I realised I was smiling, my chin lifting a bit as pride sneaked in before I could stop it. Elena paused and looked at me over her shoulder, one brow lifting. “Are you bragging right now?” I made a small laugh. “Maybe a little.” She chuckled too, shaking her head as she opened the fridge, the light spilling out and revealing the neatly arranged shelves. Everything inside was organised and carefully stocked. There were bowls of cut fruits, small containers with labels, bottles of juice and milk lined up like soldiers, and what looked like prepared meals sealed and untouched. She reached in and took out a small bowl of fruit, setting it on the counter.

I send him a cold smile, he could be a monster but when his eyes leaves mine and soften when he looks at Davinia, I know immediately that he would never hurt her. They exchange a few words before he disappears. Davinia walks back to me, she's in a turtle neck body suit, tucked into a pair of Grey striped black pants and to finish me off... She's in heels, strapped to her feet like vines. "Federico has called for a meeting" her eyes move to the side and I watch her and Tiana share a look with smirks playing on their lips. "I'll be back" She takes a coat. My coat from the coat hanger by the side of her office and drapes it over her right shoulder before strutting out of the office.

Salma followed her to the drawing room, where Diva was lounging with a tall glass of wine in her hand. “Isn't it too early to be drinking alcohol?” Salma asked as she sat in a chair opposite her. Diva groaned. “I love drama, but I don't like chaos. Girl, it's like a mad house out there.” “Tell me about it.” Salma smiled. “Children are everywhere. I almost stepped on a toddler!” The women laughed. “I can't believe I left Antonio in Paris to come back to this.” Diva took a large gulp of her drink. “I was enjoying a sunbath when your men came.”

10. PREYE Lisa’s loud, slutty moans brought me back to reality. She was on her back, legs spread wide, Dave sucking one of her big tits hard while squeezing the other, his fingers pinching her nipple. “Mmm… yes baby… suck my tits,” she moaned, her hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Dave kissed her neck, biting gently, then moved lower. I watched, my pussy still throbbing, as he positioned himself between her legs. Lisa reached down and guided his thick, veiny cock into her dripping cunt. “Fuck me,” she gasped as he slid in deep.