Billionaire God Of War Xperimentalhamid Novels & Stories

Damian was known for being a shrewd businessman who never did anything without an ulterior motive. Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Damian spoke again. "There is one thing I would like in return, Scarlett," he muttered. Scarlett listened as Damian made his offer, a generous one at that, but she couldn't help but feel that there was something about him. As much as she appreciated his offer, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something. Damian had always been known for his shrewd business skills and it was common knowledge that he never did anything without an ulterior motive. Scarlett couldn't help but wonder what he expected in return for his kindness.

I said as I pointed with the gesture of my hand towards the thunder-blasting bloke with a brazen glint and mocking smirk on my lips. ”… the mighty ruler of Olympus and Elysian Fields, the God of all Gods” mockery aimed at bastard evident in every syllable “…had found himself in a bit of pickle with God of War recently, and thus at the mercy of the God of Chaos, the master of all things unpredictable and wild. My dear cousin Nepenthern here asked for protection and had decided to give me the hand of his lovely daughter Noosha as a token of his appreciation and gratitude.” I heard the sound of his teeth clenching as I spoke.

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

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!"

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."