Aggretsuko นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“No. Not yet. First, I’m going to remind her exactly who she fucked with. I’m going to break her… slowly, piece by piece. And when she’s begging at my feet, weeping for mercy, then I’ll decide if she gets to live.” I paused the video right on her face again. You should’ve minded your fucking business, Selvaggia. But it was too late for regrets. I’d seen what she was truly capable of, and I wasn't a man who let go of rare weapons. She belonged to me now. The file was waiting for me before the sun even cleared the horizon. I sat back in my chair, flipping through the crisp pages. Adrian’s intelligence network was flawless. Name: Scarlet Vale, 23.

"Luca Cooper, right?" "I know him. He's one of James' top guards. Luca hates the guy mind you, only does the job because it pays well and he needs to look after his pups," Blake said and I turned my head so that I was looking at him, giving him 'how the fuck do you know him' kind of look. "Jayson has had meetings with James more than once in an attempt to reach a peace agreement between our packs. Luca has always been the one to escort us to the pack house and then back to the border again. We've had some interesting conversations."

Aranjo grows up to be a good-natured spoiled girl. After getting tired, Aranjo hugged the raging goose and said, "I'm sorry! I'm just kidding!" Instantly, the goose calmed down and jumped away leaving him. Aranjo knows he has a very powerful seduction ability. His every wish and apology will always be granted. Aranjo, feels very lucky. "What is it, Mom?" Aranjo asked Mrs. Ji. "Tomorrow is your 15th birthday! Quickly go to your lady's tavern and buy flour! Mom will bake a cake for you tomorrow!" The mother said

she eyed her immediate elder sister who deeply frowned at her. Renata and Bella had never been fond of each other, right from birth, they always pissed themselves off. Renata was engaged to the Last Son of the Rossi, Luca Rossi and Oh Lord! The man who horrendous, his facial features were something else and everyone, everyone including her parents found him to be very unattractive, but what could be done? she was already engaged to him since five. They all where, to different men. Renata was beautiful, slender and tall expected to marry this fall.

I tuned back to the conversation as he was saying “......with that, I believe we can start our very own wine press, with your assistance and in return we offer you 30 percent of our profits monthly” “Wonderful” I signed the documents “if that’s all, I’d like to excuse myself, I have a few appointments to catch up on” “Oh I’ll leave you to it then, it was nice doing business with you Miss Marchetti” he said as we both stood up to share a handshake. “It’s Mrs. Marchetti” he looked confused for a second “you’re married?” “No, widowed” I said with a smile. When he had left, I rang Sansa again, “Sansa, moving on, what’s the next thing?”

Looking at the document presented to her by her colleagues, Tara flipped over the documents carefully, reading the amount she could absorb into her brain then she closed the file and sighed, "So you want to take over the Safari company?" "We just need your advice on it," Maria said. "They are bankrupt already and they need support, so it is a good idea," Tara said. "But, it is an average firm with a good reputation for their goods and services. You need to take over another company and merge it with Safari." "I don't understand," Philip said. He had an idea of what his grandmother was talking about but he didn't grasp the whole motive behind her words. "Simply buy another bankrupt company an

She dropped to her knees to grab them, but somebody was already crouched on the other side of the box, scooping socks off the hot asphalt. He was about her age, maybe a year older, with sandy-blond hair and the kind of easy good looks that seemed to know exactly what they were doing. Gemma noticed it the way she'd notice the weather: a plain fact, nothing to do with her. She had a boyfriend nine hours east who'd kissed her goodbye in her parents' driveway that morning. Mostly she just wanted her socks back. He held up a pair between two fingers. Snoopy, asleep on top of his doghouse. Then another: Garfield, scowling, with LASAGNA stitched down the side. Then a third, bright orange, covered i

"We'll see." It took her a minute to remember what it was they were talking about and when she did she ducked her head and went back to eating. The look he gave her left no mistake as to his meaning but she'd been down that slippery slope once already and had no intention on going for another ride. Especially not with someone that looked like him; he was the poster boy for Player's R'Us. No way no how! Besides, they'd only just met a few hours ago. The man was crazy.

"I'm the worst aunt slash pseudo mom ever." I pull out of her with a groan. I pick up a sock off the floor and clean myself off, throwing it into the dirty clothes basket. "He's six months old. He has absolutely no idea what just happened. And he has the attention span of the hyper-hypo." "The what? Hand me a sock please." "The hyper-hypo?" She gives me a blank stare. "Mike Myers on Saturday Night Live?" She shakes her head, jumps off the washing machine, and throws the sock in the basket.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.