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FIVE DEED OF SALE
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DIRTY DESIRES I HATE YOU BROTHER
His face was twisted in nervous anticipation and his heart rapidly beat inside his chest as Dieu tried to contact Narco. Pushed hair back from his forehead, he tried several times calling him but the young man's number couldn't be reached. So is Lyric. Except for Leroy who answered his call right away."What is it?" Brows slightly knitted, Leroy asked in a gruff tone when he realized Dieu was on the other line. Leroy was expecting a call from Narco and Lyric but none of them did. He has been trying to contact them, but his call quickly beeps ends when reaching out to their phone. He even called them on their other numbers and tried on other lines but no one answered. 'Something doesn't feel right.' said Leroy in his mind, feeling uneasiness as he waited for Dieu's answer to his question."Where's Narco?" Dieu directly asked. He keep his eyes locked on the men below the building as his head pounded in tension. Leroy frowned."This is the first time you've looked for your nephew with m
DIRTY DESIRES TRAGIC
Letting out those five words to his older brother, he immediately hung up the phone. The young man didn't wait for Mort to answer him. He doesn't want to hear what his older brother has to say anymore. He's in desperate need of help. With his hopeless situation, Dieu thought escaping is futile. No matter where he looked outside the condo or at the bottom of the building, the number of the Mafia Lord's black cars increased by double. They look like a swarm of raven flocks in the same place. An omen that someone is about to meet his demise."What are they here for?" Dieu asked. He still has no idea why this is happening now. Even if he wanted to ask Mort for help, his pride wouldn't let him ask for it. Knowing his grandfather Don Zagreus, wouldn't lend a hand to get him out of this situation as well. Dieu called his men but none of them answered him which is quite odd. It was very unusual for them not to answer his calls. Don't know what to do, Dieu walked back to the sofa, and wait for
DIRTY DESIRES TRAGIC II
At 9 o'clock in the evening, Dieu wasn't able to come home. His parents didn't wait for him in the dining hall except for Mischa and their Grandpa who just sat quietly at the long table. The Headmistress and Head Butler of the family stood behind them. Mischa was sitting on the left side of her grandfather, anxious while waiting for her brother's call. She called him several times but the young man did not answer her calls. Her hands were frosty cold and her skin slowly turned pale as the wave of nervousness struck her. She is damn worried sick for her brother. She was restless in her seat. The dark and ominous presence of his grandfather added to her worrisome. The cold atmosphere his grandfather emanate crept into her veins. Don Zagreus' dark expression is evident on his face.'I fucking knew it.' Eyebrows slightly knitted, Mischa curses inside her mind. 'He's acting weird earlier and I just ignored it. Damn it. I hope nothing bad happened to him today and he can go home tonight. I d
DIRTY DESIRES HER FIANCEE
Sumire argued with the policeman who was guarding outside her house that very morning. She had been begged for almost an hour to visit a friend and be back before dusk. She badly wants to see Mort. She wanted to be with him and comfort him during Dieu's tragic end. Even though the brothers are not close to each other, the maiden knows deep inside Mort cares for him and he was affected by the loss of his brother."Please officer, this is important. I need to see him." Sumire begged and pleaded, but the officer was hard as a stone. He stood simply unbudging, despite Sumire's best efforts to make her spare. The police still would not change his mind."I'm sorry ma'am but you are not allowed to leave your home." Unmoved on her pleads, the officer said without eyeing her.Sumire let out a sigh of defeat. She turns around disappointedly and walks back inside the living room. They give her no choice but to do what has been playing on her mind since earlier. "No one can stop me from seeing hi
DIRTY DESIRES FUNERAL
Mort was standing at the end of the hallway before the living room where Sumire, Chaise, and Maddox were, hearing everything. Hands formed into a fist on his side, he just remained cold silent and decided not to go further into the living room to get the maiden. He could feel the turmoil intensify between them and struggle to defend herself. She could hardly keep herself together. She was shaking. Her silent sobs made his jaw clench. Mort chose not to intervene with them or the situation will get worsened. "Dad, Mort and I love each other. He proposed to me and we are going to get married. Can't you just let us be happy? Why do you have to interfere with my decision? Why does it have to end like this?" With her blurred vision, hot tears streamed down her face and she squeezed her eyelids shut in the hope her tears would stop bursting out.Sumire might have down on her knee in front of her father just to beg him if Maddox wasn't around, but her pride won't allow her to let the young m
DIRTY DESIRES WHO'S THE PUPPETEER?
"Well, I am Narco after all."The young man smilingly replied. Narco was sitting on the top step of the stairs and Mort sit next to him two feet away from his place. Mort said nothing. A wave of silence reigned between them and Narco just looked away. One o'clock in the afternoon, the sky began to gloom. The sun is sinking in the misty shroud and the clouds hovering, dark and heavy, threatening to burst. The air smelled of oncoming rain and the short piercing gust of wind shook the trees while the leaves soar through the air. The sound of waves crashing on the beach can be heard in their place."Do you remember how old you are when we met?" Mort asked, facing upwards, towards the gloomy clouds as Narco swallowed hard."Not the exact number. Come on Dad, I am too young to remember." Narco kiddingly laughs making Mort fall into silence."But you do remember where we first met?" Mort asked again and Narco laugh thunderously once more."Yes, it was raining. I vaguely remember but we firs
DIRTY DESIRES MISCHA ASLANOV
Dark eyes smoldering, she got a vertical wrinkle between her eyebrows. Her lips pursed slightly, Lady Laenyra, Maddox's mother, shot a glare at Maddox who is just arrived at their company. "Who is Mort?" Lady Laenyra asked her son the moment he entered the glassed door. They are in the President's office."How did that man's name get involved in this conversation?" Maddox asked even though he already had a clue in mind."So, you fucking know him?! He warns us if you don't drop your marriage proposal to Sumire Massoullève, he will come back here to take over the company!" His mother's voice raised. Maddox clicked his tongue soundly."Mom, this company is nothing but a trash compared to when I married Sumi-" Maddox was cut off when a resounding slap struck him violently across his face. Lady Laenyra was fuming in anger at what Maddox said. Her cheeks were reddened mad and a piercing stare that if the looks could kill, Maddox would have laying dead on the cold floor. "Say it one more t
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"Yelena who?" Wearing a frowny face, Maddox couldn't understand why the woman expected him to know her even though she only utter her name."Have we met before?" Maddox asked and eyed critically at Yelena as he tried to skim his memory. He doesn't remember meeting a woman who introduced herself as Yelena. The woman raised an eyebrow at him. She was surprised that Maddox couldn't remember her. Yelena crossed her legs and crossed her arms on her chest while leaning on the sofa she was sitting on. She cast a meaningful stare at the young man from the head down to the toe."Yes." She said making Maddox wrinkle his eyebrows deeper. He is very confused. If he happened to meet such a darling before, he will never forget a beauty like Yelena. Maddox stared at her intently. With her strong and dark presence, he's unlikely to forget her. Maddox swallowed hard, thinking that Yelena might be one of his one-night stands while he was hammered, but he was a heavyweight drinker. He was probably dru
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