Big Man Tv Series Novels & Stories

he kissed my forehead when he got to where I stood "Hey" i said hugging him "Awwwn, this one is Tokpe and Chisom, the other one is Ivan and Adure. Please you guys should stop making us jealous o , wahala for who dey single" Bimbo teased in Pidgin , and we all burst into an outrageous laughter.

“Sorry, sorry. Getting back to where we left off, what are you going to ask to the woman after the little work is done? We need a new smart TV, a couch to watch the TV, also we need some dollars to buy other things…” “Would you shut the fuck up?!” The big man raised his voice. “I’m trying to concentrate.” No one else said anything else. Just his gaze directly to the man who seemed uncomfortable in the corner of his bed. Surely, Bastian felt watched since he turned around looking for the one who was observing his movements when he found the big man in the cell in front of him. Around 7’1 high, perfect beard, his arms covered in tattoos and the look in his eyes that represented anything but fe

Behind me, the men had Edward’s hands zip tied and he was no longer resisting, he just stood there with the particular stillness of a man who had run out of moves. I watched carefully as one of my security teams read him something about charges. He stood still, his jaw clenched tight without saying a thing. As they walked him past me towards the door, he suddenly stopped for a second alerting the men in case of an attack. “You think this is over?,” he asked in a low voice, low enough that only I could hear it. “You have no idea whose money you've actually touched Damien. None of you do.” "What do you mean?"

Nicole I froze, for a moment, I wondered if I had heard him correctly. David Lockwood, the untouchable billionaire. The man whose pride was as legendary as his wealth, the man who had never begged anyone for anything in his life was standing there, begging me to save his daughter.

Too bad for the criminal element, I used all my pent up energies and frustration hunting their asses. "Let's finish this then if you're happy with the goods, the boss will be waiting." I passed him the case full of money, which he passed off to one of the goons to be checked for authenticity. This shit was nothing like the movies. It took time and planning to be executed just right. These fucks took their business seriously, down to every last detail and they had the money and resources to carry it out. This fuck Mikhail Zubrinsky could buy and sell three third world countries and still be a multi billionaire.

"Ah, you're interested in buying my beloved toy company, young one. But tell me, do you know making toys isn't about profits? It's about the joy, the magic, and the spirit of playfulness. I was already exhausted when I had Antonio fetch me after we were done and I was half asleep during the ride back to the villa. The old man used up my energy and he didn't seem affected at all. He also doesn't look like he will be handing over his company anytime soon and I am already fed up. I don't seem to understand what playfulness has got to do with business and making money. I'm all about money, not fun. I wonder how he was able to handle his multi-billionaire companies with such behavior.

" Even if you are a beggar, you should not look this nasty. You stink!" Mike reluctantly accepted the token and watched the couple as they drove off. He stroked his face . Oh yes, he looked nasty. His beards had grown abnormally long and looked very unkempt . The same went for his hair. Tiny bits of garbage could be picked from his hair . What was one expecting? A beggar like him had no place to call home. " Hey, buddy ," Jimmy's voice said . " Relax your nerves. Begging is way better than being a robber. "

Cody kneeled near his head and tapped his chest. Cody- your still a fucken king Brandon, act like it. Get cleaned up, they are no longer scared of you since even I can kick your ass. And stop trying to use your beast strength the moment the fight starts.. weigh me out save your strength, you will need it.. and one more thing drop the revenge plot or it will get you killed faster. Brandon- not sure if I am still a king. Steven- why? Brandon- I haven't had a vision in a while and my strength is reduced.

I asked, rearranging the files on the table. “Cut the bullshit, Johnson,” an frenzied old man shouted at me across the room. David, a giant pain in this house. “If this is about the cyber attack I assure you it's all under control. No, need to panic or fear.” “Like hell it is,” David said again. “Anything else?” I said, ignoring his statement. We haven't started this meeting and I was already developing a terrible migraine. The hangover of last night's alcohol and the crash of adrenaline rush was creeping up on me.

The drunk man said. “Yeah yeah. I’ve been here already but you didn’t even notice me. I’m feeling hurt about that. Anyway, what’s up?” He gulped the whole glass filled with beer in one go before staring at me straight to the eyes. “I have a big problem that can change my whole life. And I will be needing your help about it.”