Dangerous Fellows Zion Novels & Stories

Something strange was guerrilla down her lower body, creeping into the wilderness that Zeline had been keeping for so long. Oh, Shit! No! The area that Zeline had written Danger was being traced by Fello's long fingers. The moan came out again spontaneously, and this time it sounded even more disgusting in Zeline's ears. She didn't even think that she had excellent moaning ability that was no less than Vera or Fini and even Mesya turned out to be. Zeline almost lost her consciousness if Fello continued to smack her lips and mouth. In the end, that man chose to stay alive by breaking their kiss and inhaling as much oxygen as possible.

I replied, smiling. Zion stretched his hands and wiped the tears from my eyes, and I smiled. “Mommy, we're those men going to shoot you?” William asked “Even though they did, Mummy would have come back to life just like in the video games,” Zion said, and I laughed at how naive he was. “Those men are villains." Zion commented, and they both hugged me again. “It's okay. You're safe now.” I hugged them. I could see Alejandro smile from the corner of my eye.

Zion shifted into his wolf and many of the guys bent their heads in a sign of respect but Zion didn't care much for it. He and Marcellus started to circle each other, trying to find a weakness to strike against. Zion made the first move and attacked Marcellus then the fight was on, while fighting Marcellus would say a few words about the blows or if Zion would say something he would tell us on his behalf.

I shook my head, these idiots didn't change at all. "What if she’ll find out that she’s really not your daughter? " hanging Dale said and I already knew what he meant while looking at Zella with Zadie and Suzie. "Don't you dare open your mouth. I will kill each one of you and I don't bluff." I threaten everyone. They all raised their hands as if surrendering. My eyes widened at the two as if dead faces. "Condolences." I joked with Keion and Mozes who were seriously sipping their drink. What the heck is their problem?

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

Zina asked again while holding Mae’s chin, forcing her eyes to look at her. Mae shook her head slowly. “Good, now no matter what I want you to remain strong and don’t fall into his traps, men like that just uses girls. You know he’s the son of a mafia boss right? I don’t want you caught up in that lifestyle Mae”. “I definitely will have nothing to do with him”. “Very good, one day you’ll be able to leave this town, very soon”, Zina said and hugged her friend.

“Kian, honey you don’t even like girls why would you marry me?” “It’d be a platonic marriage and haven’t you seen that video of these super gentlemanly gay guys saying to the straights that they would take their wives away? Because come on we would be the best husbands, amazing dress sense, hardly ever a misogynist, we could listen to your gossip all day, a match made in heaven!” “I have seen that actually,” Aish chimed in, “Abel and Marshall showed me,” “How are they by the way?” I posed leaning against the counter with my cinnamon twist still pipping hot in its brown wrapping.

The noise of the growing mob outside swelled louder. A muted roar made by hundreds of angry voices chanting one of the only Urdu phrases he knew. Death to America. Hunter Phillips checked his weapon one last time and turned in a crouch to face the six other men now trapped with him in the burning Interior Ministry building. Three of his security contractor teammates, and three international diplomats who were scared out of their fucking minds and visibly struggling to hold it together.

Absentmindedly, he wondered what grudge Xerxes had against them. _ Temperatures had dropped to freezing degrees. The snow fell over buildings and trees, leaving a white scenery. Standing by the window with his phone pressed to his ear, Dante uttered a curse. These days, his phone calls with Ivan were more infuriating. Apparently, one of his men, Dizon Fortaleza, was kidnapped by Ethan Reynolds. The guard confirmed Jackson's death at the hands of Ethan. It was the exact story but in order the fuel the flames, Dizon twisted the story, making it seem like Ethan killed Jackson whereas it was suicide.

I try to push off his chest, but his fingers cling to my wrist more tightly. "Cole, let go of my wrist." When he drops it, he does so and pushes me back. "He intends to murder you," he murmurs. That's his action. Ernest is a bad man. He gives me a smirk. "Who is this guy?" I hope he will inform me when I ask. After all, Ernest is the reason I find myself in this situation. He murmurs, "He's the one they run from." He would be the real-life equivalent of the bogeyman. That's what happens, I suppose, when you inherit your family's notoriously sleazy cunt company. Mafia fucking it. He gives a headshake.