New Kambi Romane & Geschichten

He was caught off-guard, wondering how K knew about him hooking-up with almost every pretty girl around New York. Oh, wait. Clix. He realized and remembered K saw the app on his phone when he asked for her phone number at the subway station. But then, she wouldn't know still that he slept with those women aplenty. "H-how did y-" "I have access to the database," she explained, stopping him mid-sentence. "I'm a web developer for Clix. I see you, Jesse Akerman." She looked right through him, really deep within him. Holy shit.

No more blood spilling beneath his fists. His software company had already skyrocketed into the top fifty in the world—he had more money than he could ever spend. He didn't need this life anymore. He took a deep breath and reached into his car, grabbing his signature cologne and spraying a few pumps onto his hoodie before pulling it up. Time to go inside. The hallway leading into the underground venue was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and distant laughter filling the space. Kane walked with slow, deliberate steps, his sharp gaze scanning the area.

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He pulled Camila close trawling kisses on her neck. “roman, not now, our child can hear you” she said to him. He stopped and looked at her with amusement dancing in his eyes. “does that mean I cant kiss you” he whispered to her. “quietly” she whispered back. He nodded, pressing his lips against hers softly so their child won’t hear. “what are you two doing?” a voice asked startling the two of them. They jumped apart and stared at the new comer. It was Kylie. She was staring at them with a mischievous look on her face.

She gazes back again at the horizon, looking at the stunning view. Hughes went beside her and placed his hands on his hips. He sighed. “It’s a beautiful place, isn’t it?” “U-uhm, yes. It is.”, she replied meekly. “This place is called Kósmima. It’s a different world than the world we teleported in.”, he explained simply as he knew that if he told her everything, she wouldn’t be able to process it fully. “I…is this all a dream? Are you just a dream?”, she looked at him.

“You just received a substantial credit alert. I wanted to make sure you saw it from me first.” I rubbed my eyes, already opening my banking app. He was right. The numbers stared back at me, real, solid, and intentional. “I see it,” I said quietly. “This isn’t charity,” he added immediately, as if anticipating my thoughts. “It’s placement. Allocation from different organizations. Antonioni planned for moments like this.” I swallowed. Then he shifted the conversation. “There’s something else,” Kemal continued. “A friend of mine owns a gigantic creative agency in Asia. Cambodia, specifically. Home arts. Cultural design. They’re launching their first community talk show. They said it's panel-ba

Just his. “Sabine, I want you to meet someone,” Kade uttered, approaching the table, followed closely by the stranger with emerald green eyes from the auction. “This is Cameron, my annoying little brother”. He said chuckling while Cameron rolled his eyes annoyed. “The better looking brother” Cameron fought back.

“Have you prepared the documents I asked you to prepare in advance?” “Yes, yes!” Dominic nodded and handed Cam a tablet. As Cam tapped it open, various pictures of beautiful women and their personal information popped out. The first of them was Mandy. “Well, well! This woman’s quite good. From now on, she’ll be my woman in Buckwood!” “Oh, right. Since I have to come to Buckwood, go and spread a message for me!” “Tell everyone in Buckwood that since Cam Lee is here, Buckwood will be the Star Chaebol’s turf from now onward!”

“Why does he want to know where they are?” “He wants someone to meet them,” Kam shrugged. “Maybe it’s those girls you’re jealous of?” “I am not jealous!” I shouted. Mom walked in. “Does Nate have a new girlfriend?” she asked. Kam laughed. “No idea, but Kimi is jealous because she smelled some new females around his house.” Now Mom was laughing at me. “Those must be his cousins. Mary told me they were hosting them for a bit to see if they want to live here.”

Olivia Bennett Walker arrived at the small independent newsroom on the edge of downtown Miami with a folder tucked under her arm and a resolve she hadn't felt in months. She'd spent weeks turning the idea over in her mind — a charitable foundation project she wanted to launch under her own name, separate from Walker Group, separate from Ryan's shadow entirely. She needed something that belonged only to her.