Urbain Novels & Stories

"I don't want to be here, aunt. Milena won't stop crying and I...” Suddenly he fell silent when he noticed me next to Eva. "Hi, Aiden, I'm Louis, your aunt's husband.” I held my hand to him and waited to see if he would take it or not. I looked at honey colored his eyes and his brown skin, as if he were Latin descent; the kid was handsome, but he looked too skinny and small for a thirteen-year-old so I knew he had been poorly fed. "You're not going to leave Louis with his hand hanging, are you?"

"Since we don't know each other I'd try not to see that as an insult. What I am is not important for now, but you can Google me, I'm a restaurateur." "My ass." Logan wasn't looking too pleased. I guess he didn't like anyone being more of a spook than him. Mancini just smiled and pulled up a seat like he owned the place. One thing was clear; this was no biker type. He's exactly what I would've been if Elena had got her hooks in me as a teen. He was well dressed, well groomed and I guess what the women would call fuck hot. There wasn't a hair out of place and butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. But it was in the eyes; they were the eyes of a killer.

my little Toddy! Are you hungry baby?" Todd groaned at the baby nickname that his mother had given him when he was 2 years old. "Oh..mom.." he twisted out of her tight grasp, cleared his throat and stood up extra straight. He ran his hands down his shirt as if to iron out any wrinkles just in case his mom had ruffled him up. "Now Mom. Yes I am hungry. what are you making? "I'm making biscuits eggs and bacon for my special angels. where is your sister?" She asked as she peeked down the hallway looking for her daughter. Usually Todd and his sister woke up at the same time. She rarely seen one without the other. "She's still asleep mom, I didn't want to wake her because she looked really tired

Here's the address, Brambila estate, 7th arrondissement, Paris. Hope to see you soon and congratulations once again'

Bonne journée à toi femme et bientôt ici sera ton palais. Elle le quitta les larmes aux yeux ,la tête remplît d'histoire. En effet Babaroum fait partie d'un cercle de milliardaire qui ne fonctionne qu'en faisant des sacrifices humains. Que fera Peace ? Livres p*f disponible ♨️MERCI MAMAN TOME 1 ET 2 ♨️AMOUR IMPOSSIBLE ♨️DU PARADIS POUR L'ENFER ♨️ LA COLÈRE D'UNE FEMME AMOUREUSE

Bozo found a stone from the fallen building and relaxed his weight. He tucked his sword under his armpit and with his free hands took out his snuff-box from his pouch. He taped the coverlid and scooped a large portion into his nostrils with his index finger. The electrifying rush that went from his brain to all parts of his body made him shiver as he groaned with pleasure. The people of Umunta have become his favorite. They were skilled in grinding the tobacco smoothly and the lack of adulteration made him fond of their product. Unlike his previous sellers who often mix the tobacco with colorants and other useless leaves, this was the best anyone could ever ask for.

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Gaston purred, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp of pure suspicion. "C'est un honneur de rencontrer un autre fils de Lyon. Dites-moi, mon ami, comment va le vieux pont de la Guillotière ces jours-ci? Est-ce que la petite boulangerie au coin de la rue de la Barre vend toujours ces merveilleuses brioches aux pralines?” (“It is an honor to meet another son of Lyon. Tell me, my friend, how is the old Guillotière Bridge these days? Does the little bakery on the corner of Rue de la Barre still sell those wonderful praline brioches?”)

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

My mother was the town's doctor and she wouldn't be home for quite some time, so this was definitely something new & exciting since nothing ever happened in our small boring town. I remembered when we first moved here. I was only 12 years old at the time, my mom had always been a single parent since she had me at age 18 and I had never even met or seen my father...he had been non existent since the day of my birth. You see....I was the product of a hot steamy one night stand my mother had with a guy she never saw again after that. Neither of them had given the other any last names. All I knew was that his first name was Caspin and I had inherited Heterochromia iridum from him, a genetic cond