Whisk Sunset Paradise 소설 & 이야기

Alistair's POV Alistair and Varisa are standing on the terrace of Whitlock Manor, and it becomes evident that their view of it is crystal clear. The horizon offers a sunset in which smudges of pink streaked in the sky. “Varisa, I- I've been thinking,” Alistair spills out without thinking twice about it. Her eyes brighten when he looks at her. “What about, Alistair?” she asks. She looks curious but hopeful.

She looked toward the sky and the sunset was reflected in her eyes. "Yes. This is a New Year's gift from your husband. Are you happy with it?" Maxwell put his arms around her waist and looked at the sunset with her. He planned the timing perfectly. The unique and magnificent sunset on the top of the mountain was one of the key selling points, but not many people knew about it. "I’m happy! I'm so happy. You’re the best!" Sonnet said sweetly. She did not notice that her voice made her sound like a little girl who had not experienced much in the world.

he said, placing a tissue next to Karina's glass. Karina smiled as she looked at the drink that she never thought could look so beautiful, "Thank you," said Karina as she began to drink the Paradise Rum made by the bartender. Karina's eyes lit up as she tasted the sweet and alcoholic flavor of her drink. The sensation of being intoxicated was so lovely for Karina. Amidst Karina's enjoyment of her Paradise Rum, a man in a full suit sat down on her left. "May I have a glass of whisky, please?" the man requested with his deep voice that tickled Karina's ears.

" I could not help but let out a snort. Nonetheless, I pretended to close my eyes and made a wish. The moment my eyes fluttered open, before I could even puff out the candles, Jeffrey's hands clamped onto my shoulders, his voice urgent. "So, Yazzy, did you make that fifteen-million-dollar wish?" I could not help but giggle. "No way, it's my birthday. Why would I need to win that?" Jeffrey was caught off guard. He did not think I would shrug off his advice. Three seconds of silence passed. Then he smacked the table hard and jumped to his feet, yelling at me so loudly that it was almost a scream, "Yasmine, you're such a fool! Do you even realize what you've just passed up?"

I whispered. But Arnold continued mercilessly. “I, Alpha Arnold Reid of the Nightshade Pack…” My vision blurred. “…reject you, Leticia Hales of Frostfall Pack…” The mate bond snapped through my chest like something tearing apart inside me. “…as my Luna.”

The silence on the other end was awkward and heavy. "Oh," the man said, his drunken confidence fading. "You didn't know? I just assumed you two... well, never mind." He cleared his throat. "I'll send the photos to you. You can see for yourself." A few seconds later, a series of photos appeared on Cesare's phone, and he opened them one by one. The location was tagged as Paradise Island. The first photo showed the ocean, which was so clear and blue that it was almost transparent. It was gorgeous to look at.

He poured the liquid into two cups, and garnished each with a lime. “What is it?” I asked, smelling it. I didn’t smell any booze or anything weird. It actually smelled like lime, ginger, and pineapple. “I can see the halos on the two of you from a mile away. I call it Virgin’s Paradise. It’s basically a Pineapple Moscow Mule, but without the vodka. It’s got crushed up lime and pineapple suspended in ginger ale. Simple, sweet, and perfect for people who don’t drink alcohol.” I sipped it. It was good. I would have never thought to put pineapple with lime and ginger ale. “Damn,” Rose said beside me.

Her cheeks glowed with the sunset’s blush. As the sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the waves, Iden took her hand again and guided her to the upper deck. The sky transformed into a pastel canvas—blush pinks, soft lavender, and melting tangerine streaks. They settled into a cocoon of plush white cushions, fingers naturally intertwining, bodies relaxed into the rhythm of the yacht’s gentle sway. The moment breathed like a dream. With a discreet signal from Iden, a uniformed steward appeared, balancing a silver tray. Crystal flutes of chilled champagne caught the dying light, bubbles rising like music. Beside the flutes lay plump strawberries, their ruby flesh dipped in gl

Pleasure Paradise Sun continues to give its greeting of approval! Once everyone finally came together. A few of them were running 5 to 10 minutes late. Starting shortly after 11 am, the wait was almost over! They had planned to start the late morning off with a wonderful tropical champagne brunch! Outside, under the resort's veranda, it has an inviting beach and ocean view. At the same time, Brunch was being prepared for the six of them. The resort sets the mood for partying and romance by playing music videos around the Pleasure Paradise Resort—a large outdoor screen so music videos could be heard and seen outside on the beach. Ricky responded first, saying he had gotten up with no shirt

Following Mahana into the unit and getting their glasses of wine, they were surprised to see all of the other guests and staff, everyone naked now, on the walkway watching the impending sunset, most with drinks in hand. As the sky began to change color, going from a soft powdery blue to a deeper blue, then wisps of green and yellow, and finally oranges and reds, Krista reached behind herself to find and wrap her hand around Manahau's thick mahogany cock, feeling him quickly grow to full hardness as she jacked him. Placing the head of his cock against her rosebud, she wriggled her ass and pushed back, sighing when she felt his cock pushing into her ass. Then, leaning on the bamboo railing, sh