Novel & Cerita Boxman X Venomous

"It's a good thing we caught her in the act of destroying Vivian's photo. I mean, who knows how Mabel has been using her role as class monitor to bully Vivian when no one else was looking?" Those around completely pushed Brandon over the edge. He strode over and loomed above me, asking, "Which hand did you use to tear it?" I was just about to speak, but Brandon brought his foot down hard on my right hand; the pain overwhelmed me immediately, causing tears to surge out from the sheer agony. "Is this the hand?" Brandon lifted his foot slightly, then brought it down again with all his might, stomping so hard that I clearly heard the sound of a bone snapping.

“What kind of business would that be?” “Making babies,” He said with all seriousness on his face. “Making babies huh?” I asked softly. He nodded and pressed his lips against mine once more. Suddenly there was a loud crash. I spun around to see that the glass wall of the restaurant had been shattered. Damien quickly positioned himself in front of me. “Stay back,” he said. But my gaze caught another box just like the one Raymond had flung into the coffee shop. “Damien?” I muttered but he had already seen it.

Vito stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his scent—cologne and something darker, more dangerous—filling the air around me. “Business is part of it,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “But that’s not all.” I swallowed hard, my heart racing. “What else is there?” His eyes darkened, the smile fading from his lips as he reached out, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. The touch was light, barely there, but it sent a shock of electricity through me. “There’s unfinished business between us,” he said, his voice rougher now, deeper. “You know it. I know it.”

She must not care about getting out of here in one piece! "You wretched woman, how dare you...," Marcus snarled, grabbing Serena's wrist. "You're nothing but trash, already used up by my uncle. I wouldn't even bother with leftovers like you!" Serena remained unfazed. "If I'm so beneath you, then why don't you let go?" Wayne, fueled by the alcohol, had his judgment clouded by that slap. "I'm not letting go, so what are you gonna do about it?” "Marcus, do you want to lose that hand of yours?" Damien's lazy voice drifted over from the direction of the stairs. His tone was calm but carried a hint of warning.

Perhaps they would think that she was sad that she had spent so much money on them. Anyway, back to the topic at hand. “It’s nothing, brothers and sisters. This is my first time meeting you. It is only right for me to do this.” Vale smiled. “Okay, enough with the pleasantries. Since this is our first time meeting each other, why don’t we introduce ourselves?” The man who had a scar around his neck asked. “Then, I’ll start first. Perhaps, you all already know who I am. I’m T the new leader of Venomous Gang. This is my trainers Captain, Cassie and this is my private assistant, Roy.”

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama SIX VENDETTA he cup my ass in his hand and fumbled with it before it struck me. I'm only here to dance and get information not to be submissive to the bastard. "I'm sorry but the rules here says no touching"I shove his hand off but it came back to the right spot and he smirk. "Did you hear me"I push his hands off me.

He deepened his hands into the purse, strapped on his waist, and brought out a wooden box, similar to the one beside Bozo. “My lord can have mine. Not the best, but powerful enough to soothe your palate.” Bozo snatched the box from the man’s hands and started driving tones and tones of the black powder into his nose, with his thumb. The tobacco was not as smooth as he would have wanted them. But it was powerful as Chimba had predicted, enough to keep him sane until noon. “Ahh, this is good.” Bozo rubbed his nose. Chimba smiled and buckled his purse. He did not move again. For all Bozo could tell, the man had suddenly grown into a statue of some sort.

Just as he made it into the room, he was met with wide eyes, full of shock and horror. He pretended as if he didn't see the expression, "You pissed someone off, didn't you?" He said as he walked closer. "It's not every day that I come back from the store to find some man groaning in pain inside an alley, who I get to take home, you know." He put the bowl of congee onto the table, next to the empty glass and pain pills. Looking up at the still silent man, he thought that maybe Kenchiki broke him. That would be unfortunate. He was so looking forward to playing with him and breaking him himself.