Ícaro Coelho Novels & Stories

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

This guy is around 6’3-’4, because I was 5’9. “I am calling up your boss and he is going to fire your ass right now, the nerve you have of coming here and talkin-” I yell at him with a thunderous voice but he cuts me off. “Just call him, I don’t have much time.” He says arrogantly with a smirk plastered across his face. I was taken off guard with his sudden change in demeanour. What the hell happened to the sweet innocent guy? I quickly made a call and Charles picked it up in one ring, because he knew how impatient I was, “Hello Danika dear, what pleas-“

“I belong only to you, because you’re the man who drives me crazy, who I can’t get enough of, who takes me up to the damn clouds... you have no idea how much I’m into you... Lorenzo Greco...” I confessed in a whisper that died in my throat when that cruel, sinful mouth suddenly sealed over mine in a heated kiss, intense, burning, on fire...

I pointed out. "He is, he's now an affiliate of yours, we're meeting up with him to discuss the work in Argentina and Belize, his name is Artero McNeel, he's from France" she explains. "And what exactly will we be doing with him?" I ask putting emphasis on the we. "He's a friend of Luca's, your father cheated him last year in some stocks and bonds investments, so he's willing to do anything we want" she says with a relaxed smile. This is what I'm talking about, she just smiles.

JILLIAN “Who is Carina?” The doctor asked leaning a bit closer. “She is my proof,” I answered confidently. The doctor took his laptop of the bag he has with him and typed things on it. “What is her surname?” I realized I don’t know that I can’t answer. My stepmom’s smirk made me grin. “Suero,” Angelo whispered. “Suero,” I said smirking back to my stepmom. The doctor continued doing whatever he is doing and turn the laptop to me. There are arrays of pictures of woman with the same name on the screen. It’s an online site with tons of users. I pointed at her picture, so the doctor clicked on it.

So does my back. A shape blocks the light. My eyes adjust, and I convulse back. I don't recognize the man as he smiles, exhibiting the long protruding canines from his mouth as he places his hands on the car frame. He cocks his deeply scarred face, jagged lines that worsen as his smile broadens. "Hello Andrea."

We take turns in asking questions, and the more I know her the more I feel more strongly for her. She doesn’t like pineapple on pizza, but her favourite one is supreme with all the veggies. Favourite flowers are Lillies. Favourite colour changes regularly, but she likes all the pretty pinks, reds and oranges. Favourite food is ravioli, but she also loves strawberry ice cream. She already has Ace wrapped around her little finger and I’m honestly not far behind. The more I learn about this girl, the more I fall for her. Sophia suddenly stops, and bites her bottom lip, hesitating. She's been so confident in asking what she wants, it throws me a little with the sudden silence. We found it easy t

Neither one of them was actually his friend, and I could tell by Alessandro’s body language that the feeling was mutual. “There would be no better place than a private plane,” the Cartel said, looking at me. He raised an eyebrow, and Alessandro nodded at me to get up. “You wanted to tell me something?” “Yes, my wife,” he said, looking at me as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “Valerie Morozov…”

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”