Rick Sanchez の小説・ストーリー

Jordan Miller ~•~ Just like Romano had said before he left, a man came into the room, claiming to want to take me to my new room. He had hair, as long as Alessandro's — his own was blond though — and it was up in a man-bun, making visible the tattoo of a dagger on his neck. He had bright blue eyes and that was probably the one thing that made him less intimidating in my eyes, even though his gaze was really cold.

Scatterbrain ~ Emei Shane’s hand shot out, connected with Gabe’s chest, and pushed him back. Leo caught him, and my brows furrowed as I wondered if he was part of Shane’s pack. I didn’t remember him ever telling us where he came from, and maybe that was bad on our part. My eyes dropped to my best friend. He looked disheveled, but his eyes were worried as they took me in. He wore a baby blue dress shirt, but the buttons didn’t line up because one side hung lower than the other. He wore shorts I knew were his because they were tight and showed every curve of his body.

Calvin Sanchez paced around his room. he had been doing that for the past hour. he didn't know what else to do. he felt uneasy and insulted. it hurt his pride that he couldn't use his power and influence as an all time Alpha of all the packs to rescue his mate. he missed Alexis, his mate, that it ate at him.

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re

"Chairman, what?! That old man is useless as ever!" "Boss!" Shouted another guard, Salazar was stopped for a while and looked at the man who shouted; "Do you want to die?" "You can kill me after you hear this." Salazar stretched out his neck and gave him a deadly look; "We have found all information about the woman, and she's Sabrina Marquez, former taekwondo athlete, and Solomon's coach. She was defeated in the qualifying round 6 years ago, and her father was killed during the mafia war six years ago."

"Can you please stop being such a man-whore for just one second and just answer my damn question?" "Just so you know, this man-whore has been grinding his ass off all week," he replied then made a quick left turn. "There's an upcoming international underground fight goin' down in Macau where SIBS participates every year. There are three regulars that represents SIBS in that event, Jax Henares and Yohan Gan." "Who's the other one?" "His name is Keanne. He died last year during the same tournament." Zea glanced at Ethan when he fell silent. She wanted to ask why, but there's something in his dark gaze that made her hold back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CARTER'S POV I got to the doctor's office and didn't bother to knock. Leonard who was walking fast behind me was the one who closed the door behind us. I knew I was being rude but the matter at hand made me forget all my manners. The doctor who is a middle-aged man, was shocked to see me barge into his office that he immediately stood up from his seat. "How can I help you, Mr. Sanchez?" "You have alot to do for me, Doctor James." "Like what sir?" He asked, still standing

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

He makes me feel a lot of things that I hate feeling. I walk towards his room as I take a deep breathe to look a little confident and sexy. But as soon as I step in, all the air in my lungs is knocked out, Jake Carson was shirtless, beating the punching bag so hard that I felt like it was going to tear into half. Holy fuck. Why God?