Who Created Jester Lethal Company And What Inspired It?

"When there is no law, there is no sin." The lawless and unsecured country, the United States of America (USA), is faced with disturbances by some groups of gangsters and light-fingered guys. She is also faced with wars from Sparta, one of the city-states of Greece. The envious population of the USA is now affected by mortality and the country is gradually becoming underpopulated. One of the USA'S monarchs becomes perturbed about the country's eyesores. He takes action by summoning the citizens and an aftermath is scored. Some braves are sent on an adventure to the half moon. Do you think the braves will return from the adventure? How will the USA be availed? And what will be USA'S plight afterwards?

***Explicit 18+*** "I've missed the warmth of your pussy, the feel of it. God Ginevra, you're so fucking perfect." I rasped and tightened my grip on her. I began rocking her against me ever so gently with parted lips. Her tight pussy very often gripping unto my dick, taking me hostage with each rock against me and a loud scream finally escaped from the back of my throat. *** The game of chess is one love cannot salvage. When the king and the queen come out to play, they have no other goal set before them if not going at each other's throat for the kill until a winner emerges. This is the game of the mafia, the game that'd never allow Love exist between two rivals. They want to love and care for each other but don't know how- all they've known all their lives is loyalty to their famiglia and name. What would happen when the only option becomes death?

Zia finally gets married to her childhood sweetheart, but all hasn't been anything she envisioned. She finds herself in a love triangle with his step brother. Their betrayal makes her ruthless and untamed.

"Miss Camille Davidson, what a small world?" A chill went through me when I heard his dark, yet sexy, voice. I lifted my chin to look at him. Once my eyes locked with his, I couldn't stop myself from shivering. He was no longer the man he was eight years ago. He appeared to be formidable and cruel. His blue eyes nearly looked dark due to rage. As I gripped the serving tray, I retreated my steps, my cheeks burning from humiliation. Everyone was watching us with keen interest. There was a time when Scott Martinez used to work for me, and now I am working for him. I was fully aware of his intentions. I knew why he was there and what he wanted from me. This time he would never let me go after all I was the one who had destroyed his small world. I murdered his brother.

Maya had spent her entire life fighting a battle with her inner conscious that troubled her a lot. While finding a permanent solution to this agony, she met Kaiser and fell in love with him. But she had no idea that Kaiser was a werewolf, something, she never believed existed. While Kaiser had no idea that his PhD holder mate was unknowingly preparing the most lethal weapon against him. Where their destiny would lead them? And what will happen when Maya discovers some nerve-wracking secrets about her life? Would they be able to overcome all their troubles or succumb to them? Or would their destiny play a game?

When I was seven, my constant vomiting got so bad that my mother took me to court and accused me of being born dangerous. If the charge stuck, I would be stripped of my family ties and sent straight to prison. Everyone said my mother was overreacting. "He's just a kid. Kids get sick. As his mother, you should be more understanding." But the moment the evidence was shown, the room went dead quiet. My mother had drunk herself into a stomach bleed just to land a contract, and the second she got home, I threw up all over it. The deal was voided, and she lost her job on the spot. On my sister, Ophelia Sowle's, birthday, I threw up all over her cake right in front of all her classmates. After that, she was shunned by everyone at school. She spiraled into depression and even slashed her wrists. It didn't matter where I was, at the dinner table or under the covers. I could start vomiting at any moment. My mother and Ophelia had to clean me up more than 30 times a day. It wore them down to the breaking point. What infuriated them the most was that every time I finished throwing up, I would look at them and laugh, as if I was mocking them. The judge brought the gavel down and declared me guilty of being born bad. Ophelia's eyes turned red as she cried, saying she couldn't bear to lose me. I didn't cry or fight it. I accepted the verdict. But I requested that the judge watch my memories first. The judge looked stunned. "Memory extraction means drilling into your brain. The pain is unbearable. Are you sure?" I nodded without hesitation. But Ophelia suddenly panicked. "I don't agree!"