Creed Mc Novels & Stories

Kraius said while laughing. Kraius just shook his head when Andrius stood in front of him. He knew that Andrius did not consider Anya just a simple secretary. He was even happy even though he is just a new employee of Andrius. He seldom teased both of them and made Andrius jealous. He just laughs when he does that to his friend. "What do you want?" Andrius asked softly. “Drink with me Mr. Monterio, ” Kraius replied then presented the Jack Daniels he was holding.

My body felt safe, even while my broken heart begged me to hate him. Creed took one slow, measured step into the room. He didn't even raise his voice. His baritone was dangerously low, smooth as fresh ice over a freezing river. "You are no longer a member of the Western Pack." Drake froze. The arrogant smirk on his face flickered, replaced by a sudden, sharp crack of confusion. The blood drained from his lips. "What?" Creed didn't flinch. He casually flicked a single drop of blood off the tip of his blade. "You betrayed your team. You attempted to murder a decorated fighter during an active tournament. Your rank is stripped. Your name is erased. You are banished, effective immediately."

Before he knew it, his knees betrayed him and he slumped on the cold ground. He gulped as he looked at the direction where the man was supposed to be. He didn’t even get his name. Whoever he was, he felt he was one of those he referred to as supernatural beings. He hoped once they had come across at the time he was musing about, all of those left mysteries would come to be realized. Putting his hands on his hair, he let out a deep breath. “Who the hell are you?”

"Your precious ADA isn't just an ADA." Freya felt her breath catch. "He also happens to be the President of the Black Forge MC." The world seemed to stop. Freya stared at Luca. At the leather jacket, the patch, and the men who had somewhat appeared behind. The coldness in his eyes was so much that she instinctively stepped back in fear. Pieces suddenly began falling into place. The motorcycles. The respect. The danger. The authority. The scars. The way people instinctively listened when he spoke. Her heart pounded violently against her chest.

I thought the line went dead due to the silence that followed. “Hello?” I called. “Mrs Creed? Are you okay?” He asked. “Is everything alright? Are you sure this is the right thing to do?” I didn't answer because I didn't know what to say. “Can you prepare the document for me by tomorrow?” I asked instead and after a few more seconds of silence, he finally replied. “Fine. I'll take it to his office and get back to you.” “Thank you.” “Mrs Creed..” He chipped in quickly.

And on his left was the witch who became their ally to finally bring down the four packs. He stood in the middle strong and unbothered by the screams of everyone. He raised his right hand and with that, opened a huge door on the far right side of the dome. With heavy steps and weak bodies, four men went out of the huge door. As they made their entrance, everyone shouted louder and more aggressive. “KILL THEM!” “CUT THEIR HEADS OFF!” The four men walked slowly and finally made it to the center facing Brody. Brody smiled in arrogance as he spits on one of the men, the Alpha of the Crimson Crest pack, Connor.

Mike, now now," Creed side-stepped Mike to proceed forward to his destination, the pack house. He wanted to apologize to Hasphan and Sandra. If they don't wish to see him again, Creed is planning to leave. He doesn't want to create more problems for Sandra. "Why? Are you scared that I will beat your as* up and throw you out of the pack?" Mike is intentionally trying to anger Creed. But Creed didn't fall for those nasty words. "Creed, what have you done?" Creed's best friend, Joel, asked when he spotted Creed. "I messed up," Creed replied.

We in our group finally agreed on what to advertise after so much arguments, fights and unnecessary disagreement. Mind you, it wasn't easy at all, coordinating rehearsals and actually achieving something at the end of the day is a big achievement because never in my dreams have I imagined Toben and I, two different people who hated each other like cats and dogs, ending up working together and creating something amazing. We made the same Tees and shorts for the presentation, yup, that's how far our lecturer expects us to go to, to gets higher marks on our GP. The school, Covenant, yes, that's the name of our prestigious school, is a private university for particularly the rich and well off st

Not until I see the weathered sign looming out of the dark like a dare. Gods of Wrath MC. Pulling into the lot, I kill the engine and dismount, ignoring the men leaning against the railings outside. They watch me, but I don’t spare them a glance. I need a drink and somewhere quiet. Somewhere I can breathe and finally make sense of this swirling, fucked-up mess.

｡༶・° D I S C L A I M E R °・༶ ｡. Creature is rated mature and the plot is not intended for a young audience. It contains mature themes, swearing, sexual content and drug abuse. Furthermore, I implore you, if you struggle with any body dysmorphic or eating disorder and feel literature could be triggering or damaging, please read with caution.