The red-haired woman moaned indiscreetly as she felt her fiancé move between her legs in a lascivious way. They kissed desperately between hoarse moans as if this were the last moment they would spend together. Ketyellen ran her nails down his back, scratching her lightly, while Jonas squeezed the flesh of her thighs trying to open her legs wider.They spent a few minutes in that act of love just feeling each other's bodies and warmth. He possessed her with vigor, she gave herself without resistance to the man she loved. They were ardent lovers, accomplices in the malice and passion that took over their bodies. They came together as one, trying to convey all the desire they felt for each other in the act. The climax had finally arrived and only tense and heaving breaths filled the room that exuded a sexual aroma.The sweaty bodies did not separate, he remained on top of the female body with his head resting on the bride's chest. Ketyellen caressed his black hair very carefully, taki
It was a boring rainy morning in Quito. Despite all the water falling from the sky, the city's movement did not stop, people faced the water droplets to work.Chico watched the city's activity without any interest. Although the penetrating dark eyes were roaming from side to side, as if he were carefully observing the movement of the street, in reality he was far away. His thoughts were in a melancholic past, in which the main culprit for all the misfortune was at that moment right behind him sitting on the sofa smoking a mint cigarette.The blonde had arrived exactly an hour ago in the capital of Ecuador. He had gone straight to Reinaldo's apartment to do business as usual. Trafficking, killings, coups and how to take power in the East Zone Complex. The former heir Lopes remained the same as he remembered: A beautiful and calm appearance that hid a bloodthirsty and sick personality.“The first person to die is Meneses. If he falls, it won't be difficult to finish off the rest of t
The big bosses were sitting on chairs set up at the large table in the Faitão leader's office. The meetings took place there since the Meneses' house had been attacked. Meneses was sitting at the end of the table smoking his usual cigar, next to him Clebão was more interested in looking at Pardal in the distance in the window than sleeping as he always did at meetings. Marcel, despite being physically there, was spiritually far away, he seemed like a hollow body that was only there because he had nothing better to do. Jonas seemed troubled from the moment he arrived. Duarte's face was calm, different from the one he had on the night of the shooting.“So what's our plan?”asked Meneses, taking a long drag on his cigar. When he realized that only he and Duarte were interested in the meeting, he spoke again in a harsh tone. “Marcel, Jonas, if you were to remain like two idiots dreaming, I would rather you didn’t even have Meneses.The two seemed to come out of their trance at those word
The room was spacious. The bed was covered with flowered sheets. The furniture was made of golden grass, or wood chips. The decoration was simple, just typical Manaus flowers. The lace curtains fluttered in the window in the wind. The sun's rays illuminated the room, giving it a pleasant appearance. From the window you could see the extensive coconut trees and the beach, as well as the simple craft fair that took place in the country to please tourists. It was a simple room, but it had a certain beauty.Gabi was enchanted, she had never been to such a pleasant place. The most luxurious hotels she had ever stayed in were no longer charming, but even so, she was not as amazed as the simple Manaus venue.He threw his bags on the floor and ran towards the window to admire his new temporary home. The breeze ruffled her blonde hair, which was tied in her usual high ponytail.Souza closed the door, taking the blonde out of her reverie to look at him. She didn't give off any excitement abo
That was the calmest hotel in Manaus. Only the sound of the wind and children playing in the street could be heard. That was until a week before when Gabriela and Souza were not yet installed in that location. The two were seen as the couple in the spotlight. Their routine became a movie soap opera for the other guests and hotel staff. Nobody bothered with the noise of the killer and the blonde fighting, on the contrary, they found it very interesting and on top of that there was a bet on who would grab the other first. Most bet that Gabriela would be the first to freak out when faced with such physical attraction.“What?!”Scared Gabi fell out of bed pulling the sheet close to her. His face was flushed and his eyes were shining in a nervous manner. She looked at the killer as if he were some kind of dangerous pervert.”What are you doing lying so close to me? AND STILL NO CLOTHES! Don't tell me we...“Scandalous little girl!” Souza yawned lazily. He spoke in an irritated tone, he hat
After Duarte realized that the van was already far enough away, he turned to the cemetery again and sighed wistfully. He entered the place following the already known path. Three times a month he made a point of going to his wife's grave in person and placing white roses, the late Nenzinha's favorite.He walked for a few minutes until he reached the last tomb under a tree. It was the only tomb impeccably clean and full of flowers. Even though he couldn't come in person more times a month, Duarte sent one of his employees every two days to clean the place where his beloved Nenzinha rested and flower the tomb, always leaving it as happy and beautiful as his late wife was when she was alive.He stopped in front of the tomb, listening only to the sound of rain.The umbrella was no longer necessary, he needed that rain to touch his body and wash his soul, or at least remove some of the dirt from it. He dropped it on the ground, now only having the flowers in his hands and the feeling of
“You're the only person who doesn't need to be afraid of me, Little Girl. I would never hurt you, much less let anyone do anything to you.” the words were sincere, and she knew it. He calmed down, relaxing his body. .It had been a long night. Dark revelations that Nenzinha had never imagined Duarte would be part of. She didn't blame him, since he was a child he had only seen killing, he hadn't had a calm and simple life in the countryside like she had. Since he was little, Duarte was already seen as the future leader of the Faitão business. He had followed in his father's footsteps, nothing more, nothing less. He had known no other way to live. Criminal blood ran through his veins.“I don't agree with anything you did, nor what you do. I want you to have a mass said for all the souls of the people you killed.“Baby, don't leave me!” Leader Faitão's always expressionless eyes reflected fear, small tears welled up as he imagined the possibility of Nenzinha abandoning him. The honey-
What hurt him most was the fact that they had not only taken Nenzinha away from him, but also his right to be a father. She would never know if the child she was expecting was actually a boy or a girl. Would he have been born with the same honey-colored eyes as Nenzinha? It would be something that would only remain in the imagination.He later discovered that Reinaldo had set up that massacre in an attempt to take over his consumer market, although he had gone to hell after the former leader Lopes, he had never managed to take revenge for his wife's death, and he had even lost the sight of one of his eyes, as was the case. a punishment for his crimes.Exactly like a few years ago, Duarte had fallen to his knees on the ground, but it was the wet earth that was soiling his pants at the moment. The tears could not be seen, as they were mixed in with the raindrops that ran down his face. Their screams of anger and lamentations were drowned out by the thunder.-Forgive me, Nenzinha! If I c
The room was dark, except for the light creeping into the room from the hallway underneath the door. The hum of the monitor echoed throughout the room as Bruno slipped inside, closing the door slowly behind him. He walked like he was on water as he came across the room, to the side of the bed. A smile appeared on his face as he leaned closely down to the figure on the bed; their faces inches apart from one another.Just then the figure's head jerk a little to the side. His eyes slowly opening to see the face of Bruno before him."Hey," spoke Bruno in a deep whisper. "Did I wake you?"Ronnie closed his eyes for a second before opening them again. He was delirious, he thought to himself. He didn't understand what Bruno was doing here. What on earth did he want? As Ronnie tried to open his mouth to speak, he found that he couldn't. A tube was lodged deep into his throat, helping him breath. "Aaargghh," grunted Ronnie, shaking his head slightly from side to side.Taking this as a yes,
“Stay here,” spoke Darcy towards Flávio has he pushed him into the holding room, before closing the door behind him. Flávio frowned as he looked on at the surface of the door, before beginning to pace back and forth. He was still handcuffed. He needed to get out, he needed to go and find Renata. The plan was that Darcy would um-cuff him and let him slip out the back.It wasn’t a good five minutes later before Darcy appeared back into the room. Flávio turned towards the officer as he closed the door behind him. “Sorry about that,” mumbled Darcy looking over at Flávio as he pulled out a pair of keys from his jean pocket. “The easiest way of getting out of here is by going out through the back and into the alley way. No one will see you.”“Good,” replied Flávio taking a step towards where Darcy stood, holding out his wrists. Both men stood in silence, the only sound coming from the rattling of the mental cuffs as they were removed from Flávio ’s wrists.”Thank you Darcy,” whispered F
“Of course it was Bruno, damn it! Who else would it be?” Flávio voiced filled into the silence atmosphere of the apartment. “Bruno is the one who has this weird obsession with me. The reason he came to Port Charles was not because of some art show, he came here to meet me. He had been tracking me for weeks even before he stepped foot here. This whole thing is just a game to him. He has tooken Renata to get to me,” Flávio closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing on telling Darcy about the events prior that involved Bruno; he mentioned how Carla had ran into him at the Christmas tree lot but had not known who it was. “Bruno had then sent me Josslyne’s hat through the mail. I know it sounds crazy, but Bruno is obsessed. And now Renata has disappeared. “Darcy looked at Flávio for a long second before replying. He had known that there had been some connection between Bruno and him but he had known it was anything like this. “Do you know where Bruno would have taken Rena
Flávio stood outside Renata's apartment for a brief second as he gathered his thoughts before knocking on the door. Her father had told her that the only way to control São Paulo was the daughter of the little princess of Saudades, the woman had disappeared without leaving a But his daughter was there, he had already spoken to her on the phone without giving details, not even if it was necessary to kill her fiancé to be with Renata he would do. But his daughter was there, he had already spoken to her on the phone without giving details, not even if it was necessary to kill her fiancé to be with Renata he would do. Lifting his hand, his knuckles tapped loudly against the maple wood of the door. He paused for a second listening for the sound of footsteps on the other side. Not hearing anything, he tried again; this time a little louder.Again, there was no answer.Frowning at little at this, Flávio debated on what to do next. He could easily turn on his heel and go back to the penth
...“Now why do you look so terrified Ms. McCall,” spoke Brunoas he continued to walk towards the hot tub. “Or should I call you Renata? What would you prefer?” His brown eyes sparkled down at her.“I would prefer if you would go to hell,” whispered Renata harshly, her face hard with determination. She didn’t know why Brunowas here, or how he had gotten into her apartment, the door had been locked. Her face might have read, confident but her heart was beating with cold fear at what this psychopath was going to do to her. Watching as he came around the side of the hot tub towards her, she tried to move swiftly away. However Brunohad reflects like a cat.Brunohad grabbed her by the wrist, twisting it painfully behind her back as he forced her out of the water, onto the snow cover patio. “Now play nice, Renata,” he spoke into her ear, a smile appearing on his face once again. “Chico wouldn’t want you being rude, now would he?”“Chico wouldn’t want you touching me,” spat Renata in respons
At the moment she opened her eyes, she immediately recognized that foul-smelling room; it had been her captivity for the past five days. It was dark, with only a small opening high on the wall as her sole chance to know that a world still existed outside.This time, she couldn't move. Her assailant and kidnapper used all his strength and tools to torture her, especially with ropes whose ends had iron claws, tearing pieces of her already exposed skin on her back. Her clothes were in tatters, and when she could move, she did her best to appear presentable.This time, she had to pretend to faint from the pain, as had happened on the first day when he twisted her ankle, crushing any hope she had of escaping. He tormented her both physically and mentally every day.In the outside world, she hoped her friends were searching for her. It was what kept her strong and lucid enough to endure. But that didn't mean she would wait. Her captor, a cold hanyou seeking the remaining shards of the four-
Two pairs of eyes stared at the board lying before them taking in everything and nothing at once. Their concentration was so great that it could no longer be felt, it just was. At first glance it appeared to be a game board of some kind, perhaps something a little like chess. First glance would not be wrong. It was a game, a game older than time itself, a game that has been before there was. The board was vast and yet small in comparison to the game itself, existing everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It was complex. So much so that the rules could not be taught, they must be known. And yet there was nothing simpler. Contradiction at its truest form."The players appear to all be in place," the first voice said. It was a surprisingly light voice, considering all that was behind it. And if one listened closely one could hear the dry humor that seemed laced through it, as though every little irony it encountered amused it.The eyes belonging to the voice that had not yet spoken fli
Guilherme and Renata got out of the taxi in front of the ten-story building that Guilherme had rented through Airbnb on Marginal Tietê.It was Renata's dream to visit São Paulo, but her parents forbade her. They were scared to death of the big city.At nineteen years old, the young woman had to run away, just like this time, she pretended to her mother that she was going to Tocantins, got on a plane and was in São Paulo. The city shone, she loved it, even with her heart beating wildly.Uber helped to unload the bags, Guilherme paid and Renata jumped with joy.“We're in São Paulo” she said “My parents are going to kill me, but I can't believe I'm making my dream come true.“I don't know... But if you're happy, so am I.”Renata narrowed her eyes, Guilherme blew her a kiss.“Besides all the thongs and bikinis you bought at Riviera...”Guilherme took the bags."Open the door please. The building is very modest and has no doorman. I did as you asked. A
He gently touched his wife's belly, every time he touched it he felt the baby move as if the child knew that the father wanted to feel him.— I hope that at least on my birthday I won't work. — Karina rubbed her face against her husband's neck, her hands delicately caressing his chest through his clothes.— On your birthday I will only be yours and our daughter's.The name he chose for his daughter was a tribute to his late wife from his first marriage, whom she had loved intensely. Karina didn't mind giving the baby that name, she gladly accepted, wanting to please her husband's wishes.Even after having married another woman and having lived with her for fifteen years, who was now about to give birth to his daughter, Duarte could not forget Nenzinha, he loved her in the same way and intensity.Life was smiling again, he was older. Despite feeling old, judging by all his years, he understood that it was not the end, it was not too late t