Nikaulas knew better than to take people at their face value. More often than not, people with beautiful faces have hedious soul. The sweeter the person is, the sour their heart is. He had experienced it first hand. Snakes and rats are abundant in mafia. He didn't trust eyes either. Darkness is denser beneath a burning lamp, likewise bright sparkling eyes often have despair and gloom hiding behind them. It's just he never expected Angela to be one of them.His first impression of her wasn't really favorable. He thought her to be one of those girls who always have their head in the clouds. A silly girl who possessed a strange fascination for her dolls. But on their second meeting, he came to realise she wasn't as silly as he thought her to be. The stupid girl had grown to be a woman of keen intellect. Her statements spoke of her wisdom. She was both beauty and brain. It was a pity her disability ruined everything for her. He had expected her to reject the marriage proposal. But, it tur

The shift in his behaviour confused her. And then he caught her completely off guard by pressing his lips against the base of her neck, sending her heart into overdrive. She was slipping away. "Wha..what are you doing?" she forced the words out. In response he started peppering kisses up her neck, unleashing thousands butterflies in her stomach. " Rewarding you. Just what you wanted," he breathed hoarsely between the kisses. She gulped and shook her head. He didn't stop but continued to assault her delicate slope with his mouth. His hand holding her in place. "No," she crowed out and clenched her fists. His lips were inciting sparks everywhere they touched. They stimulated her insides and left her wanting more. Just like she had imagined, his lips felt heavenly good against her skin. "You lie," he held her nape in a tight grip and bit her hard right below her jaw. It was her punishment for lying. "Aahh," she struggled and moaned as his canine dug mercilessly into her d

Angela's eyes snap in the direction of the door when it shot open. Nikaulas barged in and dashed straight towards the severely injured driver. His men stepped away. "Who were they?" he demanded from the driver who was sprawled on the sofa with his eyes half closed. The driver had a hazy consciousness due to the pain and couldn't answer his question. In a fit of frustration, Nikaulas bent and jerked the man up by his bony arm, not caring about his poor state. "Who the fuck was it?" he snarled in the face of driver. The driver stared dazedly into his steely eyes. His eyes begin to roll. "Don't you fucking faint on me," Nikaulas threatened. The driver blinked once before his head lolled back and he lost his consciousness. Nikaulas let out a cuss before letting go of the man. The driver fell back on the sofa. Angela watched him losing his calm from afar. He was troubled and so anxious. She wanted to comfort him but right now she herself was too panicked to be of help. Nikaulas swiped

A moment passed by when Nikaulas appeared in his line of sight with his hands in the air. Karl stalked towards him. His eyes sporting an evil glint. The whole world will cower in front of him if he killed The Nikaulas King. He stood in front of Nikaulas. "You know, I've always admired you. I wish to be like you, ruthless and invincible. You have no soft bone and that's what makes you the best in the game. You never hesitate from starting a bloodbath for the things you set your heart on. You are unyielding, resilient, atrocious. The fucking devil. But your journey ends here. I feel lucky to be the one who will put an end to this legendary life," Karl's eyes lit with an enthusiasm of a child. Nikaulas kept his face expressionless as he lowered his hands. "Any last word, King before you die?" Karl stepped closer and pressed the barrel against his forehead. " Everything you said is true. I am the devil and devil don't die," he slit Karl's throat in one swift sweep. Before Karl could

Nikaulas squeezed the pillow closer and breathed in its sweet scent. It was so soft and warm. Top of the line. He was going to buy more of these and take back home. But then his nose scrunched when he felt something fluffy tickling it. He ignored it initially but then the tickling grew unbearable. He opened his eyes only to find his vision veiled by a thread of blond hair. The man lifted his free hand and move it out of his eyes. The first thing henoticed was a pink fancy lamp that was set on the nightstand across from him. His groggy senses slowly woke to soft blows of hot air hitting the side of his neck. His gaze lowered to the woman who was in his arms, sound asleep. Her face was buried into the crook of his neck and her small fist tucked between their chests. Her waist-length locks were all over them. More on him then her. Her face was hidden under her locks. He was ought to shove her away but instead he, very cautiously, curled his fingers around one of her strands and one b