Baddies Lex Mga Nobela at Kwento

STATS OF SENAN: STRENGTH: 35 HP Power: 51 HP Intelligent: Max level 100 HP Agility: 85 HP The leader of Black Eyes were named Lex. Lex receive a message while he was on the transaction of Drugs. When he open the bags of drugs he saw the message of Mother Tree and only Lex can read that message. When he read the message Lex immediately killed the person he made transaction with just a few minutes and after that Lex left. STATS OF LEX: STRENGTH: 78 HP Power: 48 HP

“You could always doom Hades’s plot to fail. Make it impossible for him to be with his no-fur." It occurred to the ex-covert ops specialist Lexi might be a very poor choice for an ally. If Lexi meant to fuck up Hades's rescue, the best thing to do might be to exorcise the gloomy monster right here and in a more permanent way than Hades had ever had the heart to.

She's not a girl anymore but a woman. Rila could see power and authority in her. She can see her own strength and stubbornness in her sister's eyes. Is Serra really a Badblood? She thought. Rila looked behind her sister and into the end of the clearing which was full of Badbloods of any kind. Rila's skin crawled in disgust looking at them. Her hands balled into a fist and her eyes were now burning in anger. There's winged Badbloods, there's four-armed man and woman, some have horns and tails, furry hairs like bears, tinted colored skin and eyes, and some looked like just a normal human.

The woman’s laughter rang in his ears, a cruel reminder of his weakness. The war between rogues and wolves was coming, and Gavin knew then that he was not ready. Not yet. But he would be. He had to be. Because losing was not an option.

"You've got the rest of your life to be annoying? Can you take a day off? You'd think it's your full time job." "Your attitude is absolutely disgusting."she gasped. "So is your personality, but you don't hear me complaining about it." I replied. I'm Amelia Black. The daughter of Collin and Maria Black. I'm what the people call the "Bad Girl". They started calling me that so I started becoming that. My reputation started because of what happened in my past and ever since then people won't even give me a chance to explain myself. I didn't believe I would ever meet someone who would see past my bad reputation, until I met him...

"I'm sorry that this is happening. Cindy has always been a manipulative bitch. If she wants something, she'll do everything to get it and Lucas is on her hit list." I leaned against the cold window and stared at the people walking back and forth. "First Maddy, now Cindy. Why am I cursed with bad luck? Did my parents do something that had bad luck placed on me?" "Don't say that... Look, we have to make Lucas understand that it wasn't your fault. Fuck, I'm sure he knows but he's been too emotional right now and lord knows what that girl has said to him at the hospital," Axel said and took my hand in his. "Besides, you have me to stay by your side if things get messy."

VALERIE The air reeked of gasoline and burnt rubber, just the way I liked it. Not because I enjoyed it—God, no—but because it reminded me of them. The Xander MC. The ruthless, arrogant group of leather-clad kings of the road who thought they were untouchable. They owned every mile they rode on, every bar they swaggered into, every whispered fear in this town. And today, they were all gathered here.

He looked at me. I guess I was the asset. Well, didn’t that make me feel as special as magic beans? “You.” Lars pointed a tattooed finger at Braiden who showed his bloody teeth. “You’re a bonus prisoner I did not expect to collect. Cause any trouble for us and we will not hesitate to end your life, do you understand?” Braiden growled and snapped at the human, a flash of fang showing for one startling moment within his mortal molars. Even I winced at the sight, it was so unnerving.

Don't do anything stupid. Axel was already face-down on the floor, arms spread. Denny backed against the wall, hands up. The other club members followed suit, their morning meeting interrupted by badges and guns. "Duke Reynolds?" A woman's voice cut through the noise, calm and measured. "You're under arrest for conspiracy, racketeering, and obstruction of justice." The agents parted, and Valentina's breath caught. The woman who stepped forward wore a sheriff's uniform that fit like it was made for her—all curves and confidence. Dark hair pulled back severely, sharp cheekbones, lips painted deep red. She moved like a predator, her badge catching the fluorescent light.

I was nervous, having never done this before. “You don’t have to worry, Alexa.” Michelle assured me. “We are the best teachers you’ve got. We’ll take care of you.” I gave in. “Okay. Let’s do this.” **** Countless shots of salt, tequila and lime later, Alexandria, Michelle and I could barely raise our tongues to the roofs of our mouths. “Guys are the worst.” I slurred. “How can someone you loved so much hurt you like that?” “I know, right? They are the worst.” The girls easily agreed with me, having been through their share of breakups. Halfway through the shots, I had spilled sob story to them, my tongue running loose as the alcohol oozed through me.