Timon Romane & Geschichten

said Tony, rancour springing up on his face. "Oh! You hate him... that so soon...," I exclaimed, almost running out of words. "I agree with Tony; the man is such an awful sight," supported Harriet. "What's even his name?" "Tiger. He is called Tiger Kamilio," I answered. "What! Tiger? Like the forest feline predator, eeh? See, he is here to devour us," claimed Tony. "And his second name sounds like that colour changing animal... what's it even called?" frained Harriet.

~WITMOURN RAFT KINGDOM~ “My Lord, I am here.” A strong manly voice talked besides Timothy aka Silvan, who was still sitting at the back of his royal black horse. Recognizing the owner of that voice, Silvan smiled faintly responding while fastening the reins of his horse, “Nexus, you are so early. I hoped you to arrive a bit later.”

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

Timothy nodded slowly at what his boy had said. Timothy, the tanner, looked as evil as I thought he was. With thinning brown hair which hung around his face in greasy strands. And small beady eyes which seemed sunk into his thin face. His jaw led to a pointed chin and his lips were thin. He constantly licked them as if nervous all the time. He was short and thin and always smelled of onions. He was looking from me to Triana then back and forth.

“Hahaha!” Timothy burst out in laughter upon hearing Andrius. He laughed so hard that he could barely stand straight. He pointed at Andrius and mocked him, “Are you saying that you are going to crush my company in ten minutes? I really can’t tell. You don’t just look like an idiot. You also know how to brag. Very well…” Timothy sat on his chair and crossed his legs. “I will give you ten minutes and see what you are up to.”

“Anytime, whelp. You think you’re the indestructible la Bestia, but you’re nothing.” I thought maybe his words would rile Domenico, but instead he sat there, a deep chuckle from that wicked grin. “You’re all talk, Antonio. You always have been. A hothead with a gun. How many of your episodes have I had to clean up? How many of your whores have I had to make disappear?” “That’s your job as the help.” Domenico leaned back, the smile never dropping. “Go on, princess.” I turned back to Antonio. “And what do you do? For the family?”

Jess continued, "From what I can tell, Javier is presumably your best bet." "Probably." He conceded while getting out of bed and heading toward the privy. After a short shower, he would be on his way to the underground den of Javier. "Should I get a unit out there to Javier's place?" Jess broke into Timon’s thoughts. "No. I’m already on my way there. Just get some sleep." "Alright. Sorry I couldn’t find anything else, sir." "You did great, Jess. Thanks." Timon hit the end button on his phone while he turned on the water, then texted Shawn Richmond for the update. He was now one hundred thousand pounds richer. All he needed to do

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

He was a man who had an intention - no beating around the bush and it was a breath of fresh air. I smirked. "I was yours the minute I laid my eyes on you. Name." I am a twenty two year old woman acting like a horny teenager. The strangers' lips tilted up in a small smile and he bit his lower lip, humour dancing around in his brown eyes. "Dominic." I picked up my clutch and placed a few notes underneath the empty glass. I stood up, raising to the same height as him even though he was still sitting. He was watching me intently as I walked behind him and leaned forward until my lips were just barely grazing his ear.

"You cannot be serious. You’re a man of God." "I am a man of my legacy," Timon countered, his voice rising, gaining that rhythmic, booming quality that usually held hundreds of people in thrall. "I am the shepherd of this community. Do you have any idea what this does? A bastard child? Born to the Pastor’s 'pure' daughter and a... a drifter with no name? This is not a child, Aria. This is a weapon. A weapon that will be used to dismantle thirty years of ministry."