Dangerous Fellows Eugene Novels & Stories

she said “Okay no problems, umm I found something weird in Annabelle's house.” Eugene hesitantly said. “Wait, you went to Annabelle's house? You shouldn't be there, you should have called me, where are you right now?” She panicked “Ma'am calm down, we just left, I'm fine everything is okay” Eugene said “We? What do you mean? How many of you went there?” She asked sitting down on the bed “I took a friend of mine with me, he was part of a mafia ring” Eugene said

Feeling noticeably thinner, with Henry's housekeeper's support, they trembled a little while walking. It felt like they were drunk. The two of them were walking toward security house. "Brother... Eugene Vincent is here, don't you hurry up and move on?" Forgus Baker said excitedly. "Let him come himself, I'm in no hurry." Cadell Marcus was playing with his phone, not raising his head to speak. Forgus Baker replaced the impatient Cadell Marcus. Eugene Vincent came by himself, but he didn't go through the gate, so he had to go out himself and go over to greet Eugene Vincent.

"The Unholy Sinners of Hell." Gillian flinched. "Must we go tonight? The men could be dangerous." It wasn't as though their lives were free of gossip and trouble, what with Audrey's elder brother, Cedric, being a member of the infamous League of Rogues. Cedric and his friends had been in life-threatening situations more than once and caused scandals at least every other week. The last thing Audrey needed was to run off and find more troubleat least that was Gillian's opinion. "Nonsense. We should be perfectly fine. They allow ladies to attend their unholy festivities, and if we bring along Charles and his valet as escorts, we shall be quite safe."

Eugene replied. “I understand. You know, you're actually a great guy—super polite and all. I really wish I didn't have to kill you,” Gregory said. “I feel the exact same way; I feel like in a different world where we weren't enemies, we would have been really great friends,” Eugene answered. Both men remained quiet for a moment. Eugene suddenly grabbed Gregory's legs, pulled him down from the ceiling, and landed a heavy punch on his face. The blow sent him flying through the passage until he landed on his head a few meters from Eugene.

"Come on, I'll give you a piggyback ride." I smiled and hopped on his back willingly. "Thanks, Neil! I owe you a lot." "One selfie from your boyfie will do," he joked and we laughed in chorus before following the police leading us out of the woods. I cleared my throat and glanced at the cop following closely behind us. They managed to catch Eugene's two other accomplice but I'm not seeing the main antagonist of this incident. "Excuse me, Sir? W-what about Eugene? There are three of them and..."

"when you have earned my trust I'll tell you" "I like you" she said. Just when the others Walked in with Mr mystery in them. "well well who did all this." said Mr ego. "I did" "hmm, why?" "because I joined the group, and knowing you, you guys are like I family I can tell. You all are relaxed around each other. All 6 of you. But the rest they are scared of you, so I'm guessing you built the mafia with them." I said looking at Luca.

I looked at my stupid alarm wondering why it hadn't woken me up earlier, and then ,i remembered I had actually spoilt it the last time it rang by hitting it so hard. It's been three days now , three days since that incident, since I got lost in the Forest and met him , for the first two days I kept thinking about him and his words , I think he's right ,I should have been greatful instead of being so scared of him or hurting him with my words ,but after the third day ,I decided to forget all about him . It isn't like we would meet again another day . When I was seven ,my grand mother had told me stories of the blood pack and made me believe they were the most dangerous,not only that , the mos

But Blackwood men were already pulling guns, searching for enemis in the mess. “Dad! Dad! Caleb! Uncle Sam!” I shouted again, hoping, praying, that they were still alive somewhere in this chao. And that's when I spotted him. My uncle Sam lay sprawled near the bar, Bathing in his own blood. Two cousins were dragging him. But I still had to find Caleb and dad. Then I saw movement. Marco, one of our enforcers, running toward me, his face was turned up and bloody. "Ethan! You have to get out! Now!" he yelled.

"It suits you, somehow. Even if you didn't pick it." Elison crossed the room and sat beside him, close enough that their shoulders brushed, the candlelight throwing soft gold across both their faces. "...I'm glad you think so." Outside, the muffled scrape of two people still pressed against the door continued undisturbed, entirely convinced they were on the verge of uncovering something scandalous, when in truth they'd only stumbled onto something far simpler — two people, quiet and unhurried, slowly discovering they didn't mind sharing a room, a house, a family, and whatever strange, dangerous thing was still waiting for them out past the garden gates.

Elon muttered. I grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet my eyes. Elon went rigid at the touch. "Listen to me very carefully. Douglas Chen is dangerous. He's suspected of trafficking, money laundering, and at least three murders. If he discovers you're working for me, he won't just kill you. He'll make it slow." I released his chin. "So you need to be perfect. Can you do that?" Elon rubbed his jaw, glaring at me. "Why do you care if I die? You could just find another con artist."