Billionaire God Of War Xperimentalhamid Novels & Stories

He casts a loving look in his wife’s direction. One of the other Gods steps forward, placing his right hand over his heart, giving Jamari a slight bow. “I am Set, better known as the God of War.” He tells her, mischief dancing in his eyes. “As you can imagine, this is a very exciting time for me.” He winks at Jamari, lifting his body from his bow. My mother rolls her eyes from behind him.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

Devil whose dark menacing laugh, he could already hear eagerly awaiting for his arrival in hell. That man is me, Nathan Curtis Silverman the billionaire and you shall be reading my story. *****

Derrick asked coldly. Alessio saluted him at once and said, "I'll die with you, Marshall." "Let's be quiet," he said in a calm tone and everyone quieted. "I'll build a new amunitions building with my own money, I'll also buy all the amunitions with my personal money. I won't bother the government with it." "Marshall... Where will you get billions of dollars?" One of the Grandwar masters asked. Derrick isn't just a god of war, he has many mysteries about him that no one knows.

The same could not be said for the invaders, whose morale was renewed with the news of the battle raging below, "They're here! Our reinforcements must be here!" Unperturbed, the Great Immortal from Hell was the only single man amongst the defenders who remained calm. He spun to face the rest of the members of the Sect and cried, "Have faith, all of you! We must hold on! The awakening of the Divine Corpse is at hand! And once he's arisen, he'll destroy our foes to kingdom come!"

"This one is the only coastal Pack. The rest of coastal land is owned by Immortals. This Pack is special in its own." Turning around in my spot, I face him, reaching up to hold his face. "Thank you for bringing me here. I think we are going to have a lot of fun." "I agree. Why don't we go have some fun right now?”

It felt so great to see a familiar face, I almost waved at him. I smirked as I took my seat. "Mr. O'hearn, I presume. If your goal was to lighten the mood, consider that achieved. Now let's get down to why we're all here. You can all refer to me as Ms. Renard. My father is one Mr. Renard, maybe you knew him?" Not that I needed it but the nod of approval I got from Tristan and the chuckles from everyone but Mike was a welcome reassurance. I went over the mission and vision for the company, my plans to take things to the next level and be on top of things at all time.

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

I accepted two contracts: one for a new clothing line and the other for a perfume company. JACKSON'S COMPANIES The company belongs to my child’s father, Andrew Santorini Jackson. 'Wait for my return, because when I come back, I’ll make sure to have him chasing after me like a lovesick puppy,' I thought with a smile on my lips. "What? Are you ready to go back to the country you came from? Are you ready to meet Angie's father again?" asked my friend Eli. "Are you ready to get hurt again?" he added.