Brutal Vows Jt Geissinger Novels & Stories

Finally, with one last desperate attempt to break free, the brute collapsed, lifeless. Hunter stepped off the brute’s back, his breathing heavy but controlled. He kicked the body aside, sending it sprawling to the ground. Then, he turned his gaze to Giovanni’s group. For a moment, Giovanni froze, his smirk fading as he caught sight of Hunter’s face. His eyes had changed—now glowing with a striking golden hue, tinged with emerald, burning with fury. Despite the punishment he had endured earlier, Hunter stood tall, his presence commanding and unbroken.

They nodded at her. Kris cleared his throat catching everyone’s attention. “But I don’t think that’s valid enough to get rid of the publication. Don’t you think, Mr. President?” JM nodded. “Do you have anything to say Kassandra, as the Editor?” She was clenching her fists the whole time Jules was speaking. She was trying to control herself. Stephen noticed this so he gripped her hands to calm her. “I agree with Kris. We shouldn’t get rid of the pub,” he answered.

"Your blood. Elise's blood. Mixed together in the ritual. Only way to reopen the Covenant." "The Covenant's destroyed." "The chamber is. But the vows? Those remain. Written in stone. Written in blood. Can't erase them." Lucian stepped closer. "All we need is the right mix. The right sacrifice." "I'm not sacrificing anyone." "Then they die. Simple." Damien raised his gun. "You'll die first." "Will I?" Lucian smiled. "Look up." They looked. Red laser dots covered them. Rifles hidden in the shadows above.

in case he hasn't already. In fact, I'm the person who agreed to expose it, as I found it generally vindictive that he kept Gabriel low-key and consequently said nothing about Bladimir, but at the same time, Jorfit hasn't done anything off base, substantially less disturbing. In fact, he's kind of weird and has a constantly unnerving air about him, but he's not screaming to the four breezes: scoundrel, he just sings: terrible boy in the style of a teen book.

He lifted his hand—the same hand—to his lips. And l*cked his fingers. "You taste good." His voice dripped with amusement. Rage. Humiliation. Lust. It all crashed inside me at once. "F*CK YOU, RUTHER!!!" What the h*ll did I just do?

"The miscalculation is thinking that I build cages to keep people out." ​With a sudden, violent motion of his left leg, Julian kicked the base of a high-voltage conduit housing directly behind him. The steel casing ruptured, and a brilliant, blinding blue arc of raw, uninsulated electricity exploded into the oil-slicked floorboards.

A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here. “One time, he managed to crush the heads of 8 rogues while he was pushing through the crowd. I’ve seen it myself, and it was just pure rage,” Zeke excitedly explained with a large grin on his face as if he was talking about something entertaining. I blinked at him and looked at Amir, but he just shook his head at me. “They attack with fire, Brute hates fire.” Brute said, his voice was deep and monotone. I was surprised that he even spoke.

Tiara held his hand. Only then did his gaze soften a little. He clearly cared more about her. To avenge the humiliation she had suffered years ago, he had spent two entire years planning all of this just to make me pay a thousandfold. He had won, completely. I had finally been hurt enough. My fingers clenched so tightly they shook. I refused to look at him again. Disgusting comments kept flooding my ears. “Damn! I love girls who get all slutty after drinking. Ms. Jackson, I’ll bid ten million for you. One night with me wouldn’t be too much to ask, right?”

There were also photos of them in bed together and… torn limbs. I immediately recognized the woman in the photos—she was none other than my best friend, Joey. The explicit and gory photos made my vision go white. I clamped a hand over my mouth, trying to stop myself from puking. "You… You killed Joey?" I stammered. "Killed her?" Liam was still smiling. "I would much prefer it if you called it 'getting inspiration.'" My goosebumps rose when I looked into his eyes. They were cold and emotionless.

I looked at him expectantly. “I’d like to say my vows to my wife alone, they’re a little private.” I ignored the oohs and ahhhs in the audience, trying to hide my confusion as to why Christian would want only me to hear his vows. Something smelled fishy, and I didn’t know if I should be scared or not. Then he leaned in, close enough to my ear so that only I could hear him. "My dear Hazel, I vow to make sure you spend all the days of your life in pain. I vow to spend my days making you pay for your crimes against me. I promise to give you a life of pain, so bad that you wish for a death that will never come.”