Crk Novels & Stories

He had mentioned ice cream as motivation, and that could be an excuse for when Ally was at home and was wondering where they had gone to. He needed to make a stop at Darren Harper's house. He was the school computer whiz. There was nothing he couldn’t hack into, even though his services were not known by all. He had earned the name Darren Hacker when he first hacked into the school archive to change the record of the school valedictorian from one year to another. He had done several others but that was what gained him the recognition.

“Boss!” Tall, has a strong build, and is damn hot in his white long sleeves that are unbuttoned from the first three. The black suit is draped stylishly to his shoulder. Black pants and leather black boots. The black mask that covers his face, red hot ombre dyed hair, and a pair of blue eyes, captivating and hot. He draws a sinister smile after a smirk. Walking towards the bunch of still-living thugs. He then crouches down, holds a person’s unconscious state, and disappointedly slaps his face before asking for alcohol and a handkerchief that he then and quickly commands with a gesture to burn.

Glass fractured instantly, spiderweb cracks spreading before pieces shattered and fell, scattering across the floor. Pain shot through his knuckles, sharp and immediate, but Kane barely reacted. Blood dripped freely now, streaking down his hand, hitting the concrete in slow, steady drops. His breathing turned rough, uneven, his shoulders tight, every muscle coiled like he was still in the ring. Then— A knock. Soft. Out of place. Kane froze. For a second, the room went completely still. Then he moved. Fast. He yanked the door open, his body already braced, ready to tear into whoever stood on the other side.

He didn't want to be like Fay. Kelvin, one of the guys was rolling well with Amara, they were both drinking a bottle of star radler with 7% alcohol from the same bottle, with the same straw. kelvin still have an unfinished bottle of Guinness on the table but he felt it would be more romantic if he insisted on using the the same straw with Amara, it's obviously working for the both of them as they talked and drink. Talk, drink, talk, drink. Fay sighed as she finished a bottle of a cold star radler, the dude sitting by her left asked for her name after telling her his name.

I asked before pouring another shot at my glass. "Girl, maybe you are the only one who does not know him. FYI he is just the head of Villa Cruz Construction Company. You really got a big fish," she mumbled. "He's the one who caught a big fish. B*tch I am Cassandra Monasterio, daughter of Deyniel Monasterio, the heiress of Monasterio Worldwide," I stated, full of my self. MW is the biggest hotel chain here in the Philippines, we also have 66 branches worldwide.

"Well well, it's good to finally be able to speak with someone." John kept on shaking his head till he heard, "John Creek. Son of Black magician, Carl Creek, and late Midwife, Margret Creek. Husband to Juniper May Creek and Father to George and Amelia." His head snapped up. "How do you know that? Whatever you are, stay away from my family, you hear me?" The figure shot him a mocking look, "Oh so I'm real now, am I?" "Leave me alone!" "On the contrary, Mr Creek, I have nothing to do with you still standing there. You're doing it all on your own."

It was the confirmation enzo needed, if only to ensure he didn’t put the wrong man’s daughter through the wringer. “Software development,” she said, just like he knew she would. “But he’s retired, now. He tried to start his own company way back when, but it didn’t work out.” Goddamn right it didn’t work out. “He’s done mostly consulting work ever since. Maybe you’ve heard of him? Aron Rumero.”

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.

Ranveer spoke. "This means you can't do anything?" Seerat spoke in a low tone. "I am sorry, baby," Ranveer replied. Seerat calmly nodded and looked at his husband. He did look a bit stressed and she felt that. "You looked stressed, what happened?" She questioned him. "I got a case. A kid has consumed narcotic drugs, and is in the ICU. He's the kid of a businessman, and the drugs found in his blood are extremely toxic. So, we're searching for the root cause of the drug," Ranveer answered.

“Fuck right off brother.” “What’s the issue? What are you doing?” And he wasn’t going to stop. “I’m doing whatever the fuck I need to do.” “Paul is going to blow man…” Jarred now. “I mean, that’s his sister… You can’t expect him to keep his mouth shut…” “Na, I get that.” “What the actual fuck bro?” Tristan shook his head clearly not agreeing with what AJ was doing. “The fuck is keep out of my business.” AJ said grabbing his liquor and sculling it all in one hit. He was done with this fucking bullshit.