Thousand Sunny Figure Novels & Stories

This was how it worked. Kensy obeyed, her red-painted nails dragging over Deverell's skin, her body pressing just slightly closer. Luna kept clicking the shutter. “Deverell, bring your hand to her waist. Just barely touch.” He complied, but something in the movement felt a bit off. His gaze travelling, ghosting on Luna's body in a strange way. Luna swallowed, stepping back, blinking away the strange heat creeping along her spine. This was work. Just work.

Grimacing, I found my phone and turned on the flashlight, then walked over to the window. Outside, two figures stood on the balcony of Unit 601.

… Sunny arrived at Xante's place in a cab. He went up to her unit and rang the doorbell for a long time, but the door remained closed. He called her and no one picked up either. He became even more livid when the image of Xante kissing and hugging the unknown man in front of the Newmoon Group building flashed across his mind. Left with no choice, he decided to call Aaron. "Hello, Mister Sunny. To what do I owe this pleasure?" asked Aaron when he picked up the phone. Judging by the thumping loud music, he must be in a nightclub.

"A r e... y o u... g o i n g... t o... m e e t... t h e... A l p h a... K i n g? I... w a n t e d... t o... s e e... h i m... t o o... b u t...." Sunny looked a little sad but Gilbert tilted his head and squinted his eyes. He did not know how she knew about this and this was not something Xavier would have told her. Suddenly the past incidents flashed in his mind and he scanned her from head to toe. "Who are you? How do you know me?" "You do not remember me?" Sunny asked him but then smiled. "I am Sunny. You used to give me candies when you were in the pack but then you left and...."

Sunny was starting to regret suggesting she wanted to come, her fingers haven’t stopped toying with each other since they came off the chopper, her nerves were all over the place and the number of men santo Brought along weren’t helping either, the minute the car stopped in front of a heavily guarded house, sunny felt the need to get back into the chopper and fly back to the island, but instead she took a deep breath and got off the car putting on a brave face

Sunny said to Lowe. “A what?” He was confused. “A coffee, huhu, can’t you do that?” Sunny groaned as tears welled up. “Damn. Maybe you should drink milk instead?” “No! I want coffee,” Sunny said, glaring at him. “Okay, wait, I’ll get you coffee. Drink this water first,” he handing her a glass of water. Sunny drank it immediately. After finishing the water, she also drank a glass of Bacardi. Her eyes nearly closed as she waited for Lowe to return.

Sunny looked at me with those beautiful big green eyes, praying I wouldn't put her to sleep. She was grateful that hers had inherited light, almost ash hair, courtesy of her father, as well as olive green eyes with blue flecks. At two years old, Sunny was not a very talkative child. I thought she was the legacy of her father, very little talkative. Randy was not a bad customer; a little eccentric, but he left a good tip. Unfortunately, one day we were lucky that the condom broke, which caused the accident called Sunny.

ALISA’S POV The live stream had ended thirty minutes ago, but the city didn’t need me to sign off. It was already voting with every share, every comment, every desperate phone call flooding Kael’s inbox. I stood in the middle of the penthouse living room, barefoot on cool marble, wearing only one of his black shirts that skimmed my thighs. The claiming mark on my shoulder throbbed in time with the bond—golden threads pulsing warm and constant, like they were sealing us into something eternal. Kael paced three steps away, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and lethal as he dismantled yet another threat.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.