The Right Stuff Novels & Stories

All it takes… Is the right pressure. "Get a girl to break them up."

It tastes exactly like coke. I am rolling it against the upper side of my mouth absently as I straighten the first piece and a small optimistic smile pulls on my lips when I read the numbers perfectly without a struggle. 907-522. The numbers are visible. For the very first time in three days, something works for me and perhaps there's a ray of hope. 907 is the state code and obviously I know it off head. I just wish I could get the remaining digits, I am positively sure that Enzo will loan me some money without conditions.

Roseanne West "I can't believe you drag me here again. I have other things to do." Stefan hissed as we walked into costco. I ignored him and I took one trolley for us to put things inside. I walked to the cereal section and bought 7 packs of cookie crips because it's my favorite. "You need to stop eating cereal only, Rosie. It's not good for your body, you need to have a proper meal." Stefan said and I just gestured him to shut up.

Jazz dismissed her. “Bitch, I am no backstreet whore, you will not talk to me like that.” Carly snarled before storming Jazz with clawing fingers. The Brazilian dance comes into play again. Jack stood fast but not fast enough, Carly stood with the sleepwear in her hands, shocked she stared at the strong, hot, young body with rippling muscles leaving the study.

A zero-gravity recliner that can massage the muscles and even heat up for added comfort. The Lyndon's Manor was truly a sight to behold. It was both futuristic and cutting-edge, while also exuding luxury and comfort. The interior was adorned with state-of-the-art gadgets, from self-cleaning floors to an AI-powered fridge that could order groceries and meal kits when it was running low. Every corner was designed to maximize productivity and efficiency, while also providing a space for ultimate relaxation and rejuvenation. The decor was sleek and minimalist, with an emphasis on clean lines and a streamlined aesthetic.

The sound from the TV got back their attention and Leniela quickly glanced at her time on her phone. "It's almost midnight!". She exclaimed trying to get down from his tight but he didn't allow her. "Do you know the exciting thing about midnight movies?". He smirked devilishly. Leniela stared at him clueless until a weird sound from the Tv forced her to divert her gaze to it. She went rigid with the answer on the screen; Two full grown adults were having a hot kiss. The man was completely naked while he tried to remove the lady's lingerie. "They are raw". He whispered in her ear, his voice seductive like the Greek god Adonis.

"Luna! Luna, Something's wrong!" My heart clenched.

“ But I did not make any order.” “ It's from…” He checked his list. “ Mr. Grayson Beaumont.” “ Oh.” She quickly grabbed it from him. “ Gray?” ‘ What could he have sent me?’ “ Please sign here.” She nodded and signed on the fill-out spot, then took the package in after locking the door. Curiosity didn't make her wait long as she hurried to sit in the sitting room, and began tearing the box open. Her lips parted slightly, surprised as she stared at it. It wasn't some kind of jewelry as she had suspected, but an iPhone 17 Pro Max with a gold case.

She had a very particular way of making her coffee, which was probably why she was not just buying it outside. “Morning, Justy,” I gave her a pleasant greeting to break the ice. She mumbled something between breaths that I couldn't understand, and I sighed, watching her work. I tried to cut through the rest between the two of us even if it was just a little bit. All I got back were coldness and one-word answers. Yeesh, she's being really petty about this. “Just we need to talk, it's about Lucia,” I said just as she was about to tip her mug filled with freshly made coffee to her lips, she lowered it down until it was at her mid-section then responded; “I have nothing to say about you and your

the stranger asks. My blood heats up. His voice sounds like he could talk me through an orgasm, soothingly pulling me over the edge. I am overwhelmed by an immediate desire to hear him whimpering my name in my ears as he nuts all over me. “Get out of here,” Mr. Green barks. With his jacket off, the hot stranger balls his fists. I notice the customized giant ring on his right hand with the letter Z as he storms up to Mr. Green and lands one punch on his nose.