Bad Sanses Novels & Stories

A life where they weren't constantly under attack, constantly defending, constantly afraid. "I want that," Valentina said. "But I don't know if I remember how to be normal." "Then we'll learn together." Duke smiled, the expression transforming his face. "Starting with something completely ordinary. Like ordering pizza and watching bad TV." Despite everything, Valentina laughed. "That's your idea of normal?" "Hey, I've been in a cell for weeks. Right now, pizza and TV sounds like paradise." They ordered food, settled on the couch, and tried to be normal. But the club meeting loomed, and at seven-thirty, they headed for the clubhouse.

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Jessy shrugged. "Okay, at least we've got a plan." Dale nodded in understanding. "But no plan B. So if this fails we are gone for worse. So come on." Jessy warned. "Please hold on a second. Don't you think we should come up with a plan B? Or Can you at least run me through plan A again? Please one last time." Dale pleaded. "Again? Don't worry you're just nervous. Let me tell a little secret." Jessy leaned closer. "On my first time on a mission, I shot myself out of nervousness. Don't worry you'll do just fine, okay?"

P. I quickly explained that all of my knowledge came from one source only, my best friend Karsyn was a football fan and always dragged me along to watch the games. “Well if you ask me I’m glad you know who I am. The only problem now is I am at a disadvantage.” He said this so calmly yet his eyes showed a bit of flirtation in them. How could he Mr. MVP be at a disadvantage? He was famous and well known while I was nobody. I looked at him questioningly, “Why are you at a disadvantage?” He smiled as his eyes sparkled then leaned in closer and said, “While I find it flattering that you know me, it makes me wish I knew who you were. Now I have nothing to flatter you with.”

Then Ishtiyaq’s voice came, sharp, warning: “Sana… don’t even think about touching her. One scratch, one hint of harm—and I swear, I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your life.” Sana tilted her head, a sly, wicked smile creeping onto her face. “Relax, I know my limits. I just… think we could be partners. Imagine it, Ishtiyaq. You get what you want, and I get what I want. And Aariz? He’ll be mine in no time.” “You’re insane,” Ishtiyaq snapped, his frustration bleeding through. “Timtim is off-limits. Do you hear me? Don’t you dare.”

No vacation time in the past three years, and no sick leave. I'd wracked up my days for just this occasion. I knew when I finally got my hands on her again it was going to take at least that long for me to feel like I'd put my stamp on her. I just needed these fucks to finish up this deal so I could burn their asses and be done with it. There had been an influx of new crank coming into the US from Europe of all places. This shit made everything that came before it look like child's play. It was supposedly laced with some chemical that some twisted fuck in Russia concocted in a lab and was geared strictly towards the US.

Samara took a deep breath before saying, "M-m-mo… mommy." "Fucking hell!" Shawn cursed. He looked up to the sky as if he wanted to scream and protest at The Ones Above. When he looked back at Samara, his face looked tired. "What now?" "Mommy is in debt." "She's always in debt!" "But now... it's different. That man doesn't want to let go of mommy. And Sammy can't just sit still, especially now, when mommy is ready for rehab," said Samara.

Sane wasn’t really fond of reading the news as he barely had enough time with his duties in life, especially now that his attention was already taken by the utterly alluring girl, Seleen Y. De Castro, and he wasn’t even complaining! In fact, he even liked it. He liked giving her attention, and he also liked being given attention by her. How great it was to be loved by her, to receive all of her little kisses now and there, to see her life, to feel her against his skin, everything about her was addicting for Sane.

"Amy, come here! Tonight you're going back to the basement. You're not allowed to come out without my permission." Terrified, Amy clung tighter to my clothes. I pushed her behind me and gently coaxed her. "Don't be afraid, my darling. In this country, no one can harm you." "Bitch!" Isla spat. "Even if you drag in the highest official, it won't help you. Austin rules this city." "In that case," I said coldly, "things in this city are about to change." The words had barely left my lips when the roar of engines thundered from the distance. Dozens of armored trucks loaded with cash barreled down the street, making the ground tremble.