Una Tacita De Ti Novels & Stories

He crafted a script for me to recite, his words carefully chosen to manipulate public perception. "Bella, you'll tell them you've only just learned of Moreno's passing," he instructed, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Emphasize your commitment to continuing his legacy, ensuring the business thrives as he would have wanted." I had to put on an act because I knew it was all a lie. "I'll read it," I said, feigning resignation. "Thank you for doing this, Bella," Mateo whispered. "You won't regret it, trust me."

She heard a long sigh and then he answered. “It’s much better we talk face-to-face. I miss you Cait. I miss your lips and the way you taste.” Matteo’s voice through the other side of the line was heavy with emotion. Amanda could easily imagine his face looking at her with love and longing, and his eyes, an intense burning of desire. Though selfish about it, she silently thanked that they weren’t talking in person just like he wanted to. She’d prefer to avoid such confrontations as much as possible.

TAKEN fifty one Stella didn't have a choice this morning, Marcus has gone mute since last night, he wasn't trying to stop her from abortion. She didn't believe that's what he really wanted, but it was all for her own good in some type of way. If Marcus wasn't stopping her, it definitely means he was going to accept her after she got rid of the baby. There was still hope somewhere. She had woken up as early as possible before Marcus woke up, She had dressed and left him a note about her visit to the hospitality. She hoped he reads it on time and stops her.

************** I went to bed immediately after I took a shower. I picked up my pbone and scrolled through F******k. Only artists came out because they are the only ones I love and followed. I was busy looking at the pictures when someone texted. From: 09********* "Hello! Are you still awake? How are you?" I frowned when I read the text. I didn’t reply because I didn’t know who's texting me. I opened my Spotify to listen some music. I chose "Butterfly" by BTS. The song is too good. I couldn't understand the lyrics but I was enjoying it. My mood lifted up but someone ruined it. I got a text again from an unknown number.

Jeff gradually became intense. He unbuttoned Jane's shirt to reveal a white camisole with a whitish skin beneath. He slid his hand underneath her camisole and lifted a side of the camisole alongside her brassiere. One of her round breasts escaped its coverings. It looked perfect just for him. His eyes twinkled and danced as he slowly licked and sucked her nipple hard. Jane moaned sweetly and dug her fingers into his hairs. He pulled down the camisole while his teeth and his fingers fumbled with her breast on the other side of her brassiere.

the words spilled out of me. His smile widened and his gaze intensified. “Y tu eres mio (And you're mine)” “Tuyo. Solo tuyo (Yours. Only yours)” I nodded. “Now come with me, baby.” He thrust forward and my orgasm overpowered me. I arched my back, opened my mouth, and heard the sound of someone wailing. That's me, I know, but I can't stop myself.

“You good? You look like you’ve seen a ghost." “I’m fine,” I muttered, quickening my pace. Vance wasn’t convinced. “You sure? Because you’re giving off some serious did-I-say-something-stupid-to-my-crush energy right now." “I don’t have a crush,” I snapped, too defensive, too fast. “Sure, sure,” Vance said, smirking again. “Whatever you say. But just so you know, Jake’s single. And very interested. So if you’re not into him, maybe let the poor guy know before he gets his hopes up."

"Every step you take, every time you close your eyes, is that what you want, love?" Tiffany bit her lower lips, staring down at him. She nodded, but Kai's didn't give her time, his mouth capturing her. Tiffany’s head fell back, weakly, her hand running into his hair as she moaned loudly.

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

Tanya did know how that went. Then Fatima's message came after a long pause. Ice. Does he recognize you at all? She stared at the screen. Typed no. Deleted it. Typed not exactly. Deleted that too. His wolf does, she finally wrote. She sent it before she could take it back. She set the phone on the desk and sat in the silence of the cottage. Outside, the property was still and dark. Except for the pool. She could hear it from here, through the cracked window. The faint, rhythmic sound of water being divided and rejoined.