Tikki X Plagg Mga Nobela at Kwento

Tikka kept yelling 'Fûck it,am stuck with a brainless dog" Tikka said facing Miguel 'Look who's talking,a flatàss whôre!" he retorted "I hate you Miguel!!" she rushed at him and before Miguel knew it She's already on top of him "Off me contaminated food!" Miguel said "Gosh,I hate you so much!!" Tikka yanked his hair hard earning a loud wince from him "Tikka!!" "Miguel!!!!!!!!"

Reaching out to the tumbler which contained Tequila Slammer, Baron chugged down the liquid and slightly scrunched his nose when it burned the back of his throat. Dropping the cue stick on the table, he slid his left hand into the pocket of his knee length pants while his right hand twirled the tumbler. He was shirtless and a part of his tattoos which were colored gleamed under the lights. He downed the liquor again as he stared into oblivion. Different thoughts rummaged through his mind. The past few months in X-habit had been bloody. Some unknown gunmen of an unknown rival gang had attacked them twice and they had lost a few of their men.

He pulled out something from his pocket and gave it to me. "Go to the bathroom and cover up your hickeys." He said. "Arturo's really playing with fire right now," he muttered under his breath. "Hickeys?" I asked as I twirl the small container that Tiago handed to me. "Yes, you have hickeys on your neck. Go cover them up," Tiago said. "What are hickeys?" I asked and Tiago looked at me in shock but he quickly covered it. "Just look in the mirror in the bathroom and see," he said.

Tikka kept yelling 'Fûck it,am stuck with a brainless dog" Tikka said facing Miguel 'Look who's talking,a flatàss whôre!" he retorted "I hate you Miguel!!" she rushed at him and before Miguel knew it She's already on top of him "Off me contaminated food!" Miguel said "Gosh,I hate you so much!!" Tikka yanked his hair hard earning a loud wince from him "Tikka!!" "Miguel!!!!!!!!"

Rick fixed his jacket’s collar and walked charmingly towards the dance floor, straight towards the target. Troy smirked and turned to look at the bartender. “One more vodka please. Make it strong.” “Sure boss.” The bartender looked at the owner of the club and quickly started to pour the transparent liquid in a tiny glass. “If may I ask you boss. What kind of girl do you want?”