Novelas y relatos de Trunks

"I'll play." Chase gave me a wink. "Let's see what the big boy is playing with." Turning, I crawled out of the ring and took safety in the closest foldout chair. Something coiled between my legs as he pulled himself through the ropes and stripped his t-shirt off. Declan cracked his neck and swiped the closest gloves. Every muscle in his back was tight and coiled beneath tanned skin. His broad shoulders screamed sex appeal and sent waves of heat to no-man's-land.

Jimmy then pulled out a gun, the rogue's eyes momentarily went wide as Jimmy fired the gun aiming for his forehead, as the bullet hit him he sank into a heap, everyone was silent then Jimmy spoke "well, I have no use for you then" Then in a louder voice, he said "If anyone else would like to leave without picking a side then please step forward now" Nobody moved, Jimmy, smiled and carried on "Now this pack took my brother from me" "Your brother tried to take this pack," Grandma said making me groan, Jimmy looked directly at grandma and said "Yes, yes Jonas was a useless pratt, but what can I say, he's still blood, so I have decided to use my brain and finish what he started"

“Eddie!” Footsteps trotted over. “What?” In minutes, they broke the trunk’s rusty latches with the crowbar, but they opened it to nothing but mounds of musty clothes and dirty rags. He sighed. “Fuck me sideways.” “Man, we should split.” He hated to admit it, but Eddie was right. “Fuck this.” He pushed off the trunk’s clutter. Something like a static shock passed through the fabric and jolted his hand. “Damn!”

Bang! Jacob Carlson suddenly pick up the tea cup on the table and smashed it violently on to the floor. His frustration turned into fury. "Trash! Who is trash! Useless pieces of trash! This woman couldn't even settle such a simple matter, she was just a trash!" He roared coldly. "I couldn't believe that this Jate Woods managed to smell a rat so easily. He's not easy to handle at all."

I asked confused. “Do you know what it feels like to use it? – Kristos asked raising an eyebrow. “And is there a difference between one condom and another?” All four of them looked at me as if I had kicked a puppy. “Of course, there is, Mark!” Matt commented coming to my side.” there are with texture, super thin, retardants, flavors, colors...

We were still chatting in the kitchen when the sliding glass door opened and he walked in. Uncle Ryan. Shirtless. Sweat-slicked. A pair of low-slung black swim trunks clinging to his hips. He was taller than I remembered, broader through the shoulders and chest, with that same strong jaw and dark eyes that always seemed to see more than they should. A light trail of dark hair ran down his stomach and disappeared beneath the waistband of his trunks. He looked like he’d been working outside—shoulders and arms tanned and gleaming.

He emerged from a dumpster, reeking, utterly defeated. My bodyguards flanked me immediately, blocking his approach. Helpless, he could only beg from a distance. "Sheila, I know I was wrong. Please, can you spare me? My parents are old. If the company collapses, they won't survive it!" I stepped back, holding my nose at his stench. His expression flickered with embarrassment. "Does that have anything to do with me?" I asked coldly. "Of course it does! Don't you love me? You never had a boyfriend abroad all these years. Didn't you wait to come back and marry me?

Like he was checking a watch and realized it was a cheap knock-off. Which was funny because standing right next to him, the irony was hard to ignore. Tristan was wearing a suit that probably cost more than a small car, and he had every hair perfectly in place, but he looked like he was trying too hard. He looked like he was playing a part. Maxwell, on the other hand, wore a more expensive suit but it wasn't as flashy. And he just existed. He didn't have the flashy cufflinks or the expensive watch on display, but he had a natural handsomeness that made Tristan look a bit plastic. Tristan was the one who looked like the knockoff, a high-end imitation of what a powerful man was supposed to be.

They watched me closely; my father looked shocked and worried, while Olivia glared at me hatefully before opening the trunk. I gasped at what I saw within it. A green little man stared up at me from within with brown eyes. It had a monstrous head and a mouth with a little tusk protruding from its lower lip. Its hands were freakishly small, and so were his legs. His abdomen was huge, and the only clothing it had on was a piece of loincloth over its groin. I could still see it, though. It also had a bandage on its arm, the white cloth stained with its blood. It busted out of the trunk and held its throat as it gasped and clawed.

It might take me an eternity to adjust to that, but it was possible that I had an eternity to allow myself to adjust. "Thanks. Will you have much business to attend to tonight?" I asked, not wanting to be left alone in this castle just yet. "No. That can wait until tomorrow. Tonight, we should eat and rest. I don't want to worry about household records until I've had some time to myself," he chuckled. I tried not to audibly sigh with relief, but it was hard not to. I was thankful that I could be greedy for tonight and keep him to myself. Trunks were already sitting inside the bedroom, filled with the clothes he had gotten for me when we were still at camp. One