"Celeste," I whispered tenderly, embracing her gently, my words a soft caress in her ear. "You have the most beautiful body I've ever seen. You are so beautiful, forever special in my heart." My voice was a warm murmur, filled with honest and undisguised admiration and affection. “I love you…”Gently, I pushed her back slightly, just enough to admire her entire form as she sat on my thigh. The intimate proximity allowed me to trace the contours of her neck, my lips brushing against hers softly, conveying unspoken promises. "I will give you your first time in a place you'll never forget—a bed of roses, a memory to treasure as our honeymoon. This will be a once-in-a-lifetime moment. I want to make it truly special for you.""I want... it..." Celeste whispered hesitantly, her voice trailing off. But before she could continue, I sealed her words with a kiss, my lips meeting hers in a silent vow, while my fingers gently explored her carotid sinus on the side of her neck. Applying gentle pr
When the morning came, the sunshine smiled at me warmly, bathing the room in a soft glow. Celeste's frowning face was the first thing I saw, while Anastasia, with a sudden big smile, asked, “Dear, do you want me to make you breakfast?”Eleven girls were looking at me, their faces a mix of curiosity and some anger. I had told Anastasia to keep our secret from everyone, but how could I expect this young one to keep it when she was like a blooming flower, always close to me, moving in a way that suggested intimacy? It was hard to miss the change in our usual interaction.‘Kids…’“Alex!” Celeste, with tears glistening in her eyes, stood up abruptly. “We need to talk!”I couldn't say no, could I? She looked like she was on the verge of exploding.We both moved to the poolside, under the watchful eyes of all the girls.“Let me speak first,” I said quickly, eager to defuse the tension.She looked at me, her eyes wide with anger and disbelief.“Special time, honeymoon, in two weeks. Pick any
"What justice?" I gazed at their faces, my voice rising in indignation as I scolded them. "Are you lawyers or judges? If you're a judge, I believe justice is paramount. But as lawyers, isn't your ultimate justice to serve your client's best interests?""Even if it involves breaking the law?" Linda's voice carried a hint of skepticism. I caught a whiff of her lavender perfume.“Who said anything about breaking the law? We are all law-abiding citizens here; no one can just flout the law. We merely protect our clients within the bounds of what is legally permissible,” I retorted, my experience as a former Marshal has made me learn something about the law, and I love law, especially when I find a loophole in the perfect law to exploit.“Consider this scenario: a wealthy young man, after having too much to drink from the night club, speeds down the road. Then, tragically, he hits a man, resulting in the man's death and leaving behind a widow and child. Is the young rich man at fault?” I pr
My plan was to linger a bit and then walk out, but I found myself taking longer than I thought. They had finished their practice, and night had already fallen.Crystal approached me, her footsteps echoing slightly on the concrete. “Alex, do you want to eat with us?” Her eyes sparkled with an invitation.“If you’re paying, I’ll follow you,” I responded with a light-hearted tone. “I don’t have money.”“Great. I'll cover your meal, since you're my boyfriend,” Crystal said, winking playfully, her face alight with cheerfulness.“Where are we going to eat?” asked the girl with the ponytail, her voice curious.“The tastiest and cheapest restaurant on the corner,” Crystal replied with a knowing smile.“Alright,” added another.“But you know, the path there, where those men always hang out, it’s really uncomfortable with them being so rude,” one of them mentioned, her face shadowed with concern.“Just ignore those horny dogs. They're all talk, no bite,” Crystal retorted confidently, her voice
He laughed mockingly, “the only thing that will get ugly is your face.”His fist lunged towards me, but I swiftly evaded and countered with a solid punch to his face with my right hand.My fist connected squarely with his chin, sending a jolt of satisfaction through me. Seizing the moment to train my combo attack, I swiftly executed a low kick with my left foot to the side of his knee.This forced him to lower his head in pain, allowing me to strike again, this time with my left hand, aiming from the side.I then completed the sequence with an uppercut to his chin, my right hand driving upwards with precision. Four hits landed perfectly.His three friends, emerging from the same car, were petrified, too shocked to move. As they hesitated, I confronted them, “Are you also from the Holy Order?”“Yes, you are fucked up!” they retorted.Sighing, I shook my head, “No, you are the ones who will be fucked up.”My bodyguard from the Holy Order had called for reinforcements. Suddenly, four car
Life is unpredictable; sometimes, you get a bounty of good things, and at other times, you're saddled with misfortune.The real tragedy strikes when you receive a blessing but fail to recognize its value, much like a sweet and loving girl coming to your place, only to be met with ingratitude.At that moment, you're just an uncaring fool, blind to the treasure before you. So, you push her away, instead of fucking her. Only to regret it a decade later when you're stuck with someone you can't stand.This very scenario unfolded in my life. I spent ages dodging Celeste with every trick in the book, only to yearn for her when the thought of a honeymoon sparked in my mind.But fate had other plans. One day, she walked into my study, her face etched with concern."Alex," Celeste's voice trembled, a storm of worry in her eyes. "I think I may have to cancel our honeymoon.""Why?" I inquired, puzzled by her sudden distress."I just got the news about a summer camp lasting two months. All my frie
The morning I found the newspaper about Celine Di, I knew, possibly, the Bolton were trying to lead the audience's eyes away from his case.Because the five-year-old case suddenly appeared right now, amidst a heating Bolton’s case. I don’t believe in coincidences.I made a phone call. “Sabrina, I heard you have many connections to artists. Is it possible for you to arrange a meeting with Celine Di now?”“She is my friend. It happens that I was her manager once,” Sabrina answered, her voice tinged with nostalgia.“Tell her to meet us. I will help her out of her case and invest in her movie later.”“Are you sure?”“I will prepare 100 million dollars for investing film, and we will try to cast Celine Di in our movie if she listens to my proposal related to her current case.”
The Bolton family, under the leadership of Caesar Bolton, was the kingpin of the underworld in the country.Caesar had numerous godchildren to run his mafia business, deliberately keeping his own son and grandson away from his illegal enterprises.Caesar led a double life: one in the light, the other in shadow. His son, leveraging the ill-gotten wealth, established legitimate businesses in real estate and other sectors.However, the President, visibly upset by incidents involving Mark Campbell and the President of the Central Bank — both his appointees — felt the pressure. To avoid accusations of favoritism and losing public trust, he initiated a thorough investigation.With Caesar Bolton's death by heart attack, the empire began to crumble. Many of Bolton's top leaders were arrested, charged with drug trafficking, murder, and various other crimes, alongside allegations of corrupting the nation.Consequently, both the legitimate and illicit aspects of the Bolton family's business were