บู๊ Novels & Stories

A loud music came from the room, mixed with the voice of cheers and laughter, it also smelled like sex and cigers. Some were watching a football match, few were gathered around a table in a hot discussion, while the rest had girls on their laps, who laughed and giggled at every word being said, funny or not. "Terry where is the Boss?" A red haired name Drumbo said as he took a tip from whatever was contained in the red cup he held in his hands.

U DO SET D BAR PRETTY HIGH COUZ BUT U AIN’T GETTIN TO HELL B4 US. DON’T DIE M & R BRAINY, BAD AND BOUJEE

“Wives. Weather. Who saw them last time they cried.” Lucien set the last bowl. “May I borrow these,” he asked, tapping the lists with two fingers, “to make copies for the paper?” Minta narrowed her eyes like a mother measuring a boy for truth. “You’ll leave the numbers as they are? No gloss?” “Numbers are why I’m good at refusing,” he said. “They hate euphemism.” “Fine,” she said. “But tell your man to spell Minta with an i. The last time he printed me, I became a Menta, which sounds medicinal and is not wrong but is rude.”

They were absolutely beautiful, Capri could not help but call him with tears rolling down her cheeks to say thank you. Belle told her grandmother that Leo and Capri talked everyday and that they were so in love. Poor thing did not know the half of it. She just couldn’t help that Capri was back and her family in her eyes would finally be completed. They had their own plan of Capri having a baby and how Belle would be the perfect big sister. They even had a baby girls name picked out “Penelope Reign,” and her being spoiled just the way Belle was. If it was boy, Leo and capri were on their own.

The server nodded and seemed to ask him something, to which the Boss replied with a short nod. "Mmm? What did you want?" still in a dreamy state, her voice husky, she asked The Boss what he wanted with the server. Oh, nothing for me to worry about? Sure. The song had almost come to its end when a lady appeared at their table and handed the Boss a beautiful bouquet of flowers with a courteous smile. The Boss took it from her hand and mouthed a thank you. He then presented the bouquet to Gina, "For you, Gina. To complement that beautiful dress you have on you. I like it," he said simply, with a smile. Oh! First, you ask me to have dinner here and now flowers, too?

So when Axton nails my prostate and bobs his head I let the intense wave hit me, and knock me over. With my mates name on my lips.

Exhaling a groan laced with exasperation and frustration, Gabriel shifted his hands through his hair, pulling at the strands before dragging his hands down his face. “Fuck. My. Life.” He cursed with another groan over the sound of an object ball making its way down a pocket. “You've been cursing and groaning all night, Jack Sparrow. Ready to spill the beans on what's bothering you yet?” Colin, one of Gabriel's two best friends, spoke, tapping the cue lightly against his palm as he surveyed the billiard table. “Yeah, man.” James, his second best friend, piped up. “We've been here for about two hours now and the only words—”