Novel & Cerita Aku Akan Hidup Sebagai Penjahat

"Now I don't need to kill them." His eyes close and he rubs his face against my palm. "I kill people, Melina. It's who I am and what I do." I understand what he's telling me. I grew up in this life. I know what it takes to run an organization of criminals. "Do they need killing?" "Yes," he says without hesitation.

The guy, AJ, replied "You're rogues" Ashton said, "Why should we believe you? For all we know you're just saying that so you can attack when we least expect it" "Just because you have a dislike in rogues doesn't mean that everyone is the same. We were forced into this life when my father kicked us out for being gay. We didn't chose to be rogues, but this is our life now and we can't change it" AJ said looking at Ashton who only scoffed but said nothing else

“Now I don’t need to kill them.” His eyes close and he rubs his face against my palm. “I kill people, Melina. It’s who I am and what I do.” I understand what he’s telling me. I grew up in this life. I know what it takes to run an organization of criminals. “Do they need killing?” “Yes,” he says without hesitation.

"We can use him though, he thinks that he's smart enough to play Klyde within his hand but... he's not that smart to trust me." "We can't assure if he really trusts you, he's just using you to get Klyde's money and then maybe after you got no use for him anymore, he'll ditch you in a pit or a dirty canal, dead. You're a criminal, you should always put that in your head." "Was." He corrected him with a tight smile and points his forefinger on him. "I was a criminal, now I'm volunteering for the great and good of the world. I'm now a white angel, bad bad no no." He wiggled his forefinger on him.

That's understandable as he won't be getting fresh roses as greeting when he works as a street gang leader. Life is not easy when people either fear you to even look at you or hate you enough to kill you. That's how life is treating him, not that he is treating life in any better way. Either it's him who gets wounds or else he is the one who gives wounds. It's not only for him, It's for the others too who decide to walk the psth of crime. Game of survival they say, gotta kill the others to be the chosen one.

With the innocent look and smile on his face, one would not know he is a wicked wolf. What am I going to do? Should I let him die or keep him alive to pay for his sins? For his wife to be able to know the truth while he is still alive now. My aim in this new life of mine is to correct all evil and turn it into good deeds. Anyone cruel must face the consequences. Dying without anyone knowing the truth is nothing but injustice.

He just couldn't believe how easy it was for the police officer to judge when he knew nothing about living the life that werewolves lived. " You think we all woke up one day and chose this life for ourselves?" Jake asked, retorting coldly at Court. " Of course, there are those who do bad things just that it's not as different from a human who commits criminal acts." " Just as there are good ones out therewhi try the best of their abilities to not become the beast that they're being labeled as, there are also the bad ones who wouldn't lwt this happen. Don't be quick to judge when you know nothing about living this life of ours, sir!" Jake yelled as he looked straight at officer Court's face.

We both know he is right, I just have to accept it. We are running out of time, and the only remaining option is to brutally get it out of him. He is just another criminal. He is nothing but a criminal. Jesse Harding is just a criminal. Maybe if I say it enough, I would start to believe it.

He was angry at me for even asking that. “No, I don’t wish anything. This is the life I’ve always known. I’ve lived like this ever since I was born. I have been trained to be a killer first, to be a ruler, and to lead and command people. I have saved so many lives of women and children from being human and sex trafficked. I wouldn't have done that if I weren't in the mafia.

He touched the corner of his eye with his index finger. Damn it. Did he really think I’d fall for that? “That’s because you’re the evil one!” I finally got off the bed and backed away from him as he approached like a predator hunting its prey. To him, I was probably just a thrilling game. With his head tilted slightly, he looked at me. “Evil? What about that bastard? He’s a mafia too, and you’re saying he’s not evil?” What he said was technically true. Mafias dealt with crime, and for them, killing was just part of the job.