Tori Tori No Mi Model Falcon Novels & Stories

His thumb wiped the corner of her eyes. Damn you Bella you write your destruction!** **You should be wet somewhere else Tesoro! Not in your orbs. Falcone fucking dirty Alberto!Falcone took the clue of her anger so mumbed “ShhSHH.. I am not finished yet.” she kept fingertips on his lips sensually awakening his desires. Playing Mia Cara ??Are we?? **Hell, this woman is the death of me. I want her with all in me.**

She presses a soft kiss to my lips, then whispers, “I love you, il mio diavolo.” I grin against her mouth when I hear her call me her devil. She’s not wrong. I’ll fucking raise hell for her. Weaving our fingers together, I tug her away from the stairs, and we head out of the house, where Tiny and Big Ricky are waiting by the SUV. They both grin from ear to ear when they see us, and Tiny says, “You look beautiful, Tori.” “Thank you,” she chuckles. I tug her away from the SUV, and she gives me a confused look, but it quickly turns to surprise when I open the passenger door to the Lamborgini. As she climbs inside, I say, “Tiny and Big Ricky will follow us in the

With that, she was out of the room. Tori, on the other hand was silent as an empty space. "What do you think, Catori?" Fenris asked her when they were alone. "With all of this, will you continue to work as a model at that agency?" She thought for a while. "Yes, I will. At least it will prevent me from staying in here all day," she said after putting some thought into it. "Alright then. But please, this decision you've made means that when you are out of my and Zayna's sight, you actually need to try harder to keep your emotions in check," he said with a pleading tone.

She turned to face me and gave me puppy looked. " Please..He's so handsome and I mean if I have a picture with him, together then I'll be the most popular in school." She handed me a print of Mr. Falcon, the industry's biggest and best showbiz entertainment company, The Stell. Falcon Entertainment, and I overheard that they also own a building, a sports car, a hacienda, and a lot more. I stared at him, and he, of course, stared back at me, the picture.

This has to be the coolest 21st birthday in the history of 21st birthdays. As soon as I get towards the dancefloor I spot Torie down at the DJ booth, she gives me a smile, a nod and starts the music. She’s awesome. She’s twenty-six, has brown hair down to her bustline that is combed over to the side while the left side of her head is shaved clean. She also has this tribal design of a wolf tattooed onto her scalp where her hair is shaved off. She’s wearing her usual black tank top, black skinny jeans, and probably leather boots. She’s 5’3”, has pale skin with a peachy hue to it and she is built like a linebacker. Broad shoulders, thick thighs, just head to toe muscle. She has forest green eye

Pierce. The meeting with Don Massimo went better than expected. His loyalty was intact, his words promising, his respect for the Plaza still unshaken. But what unsettled me were two uninvited guests meandering in Milan. He leaned back, cigar smoke puffing from his mouth. "Your mother’s been asking around for Falcon." He announced. That name alone made every nerve on my body rise. I knew exactly who Falcon was, a bottom-feeding hitman with a special taste for psychological terror for women. He didn’t just kill women, he destroys them first. Leaves them broken and violated, begging for death before delivering the final blow.

“Have you tried anything yet?” My mate was a fucking temptress right now. The level of command that she held over Tori was so fucking sexy it was almost unfair. This right here was the Luna that we needed. She was the Luna who took care of shit and made this pack safer. I was glad that there were many pack members in the room right now so that they saw her in action. I was mighty fucking proud right now. “I’ve tried seducing him, but it doesn’t work. I went ahead and purchased some aphrodisiac drugs, but they just came in, so I haven’t had the chance to try them out yet,” Tori said with a pout.

I wasn't sure what Mikael said to Tori, but not long after, she returned. Of course, she was still clutching that deck of tarot cards she never went anywhere without. Her face was plastered with a sugary smile as she laid out the cards in front of me, gesturing theatrically for me to pick a few cards. She glanced down. Within seconds, she let out a dramatic gasp. "Ms. Gilbert, this spread is absolutely divine!

A huge rifle was set up in front of him, aiming at Tyr’s head. This man was nicknamed Falcon. He was a world-class sniper who came from a military background in an Asian country. After retiring, he went to the middle-east and had been working as a mercenary since. Next, he was recruited by Dark Shura into joining Orpheus. Among the current Orpheus members who used firearms, Falcon’s marksmanship was number three. For this mission of dealing with Tyr, Dark Shura had appointed Falcon to go with Pluto, and that made him Pluto’s biggest trump card because killing with firearms was a lot easier than blades.

I tugged at my bag strap, trying to act like I didn’t see it. "Uh... why are they all staring?" I muttered under my breath. "Because you’re hot?" Millie said casually, locking the car. "Don’t worry, they’ll get used to it." "Great," I mumbled, following her toward the entrance. We spotted Tori sitting on a bench near the school gates, her electric guitar resting on her knee. She was hard to miss—tall with sharp features, short black hair styled into a wolf cut that perfectly framed her pale face. Her outfit screamed gothic rebellion: ripped black jeans, combat boots, a choker, and dark lipstick that made her smirk even more intimidating.