Romans & histoires Dare To Cross Me? I've Got Titans On My Side!

“As long as I’m around, no one will dare to mistreat you. Trust me.” … On the main road, a black Rolls-Royce passed by slowly. Titus, who was in the car, glanced at them hugging each other on the side road. He withdrew his gaze and continued reviewing the emails in front of him.

“ Lenny, I have been trying to get a hold of you. Anyone would think you don't want to headline this coming event “ comes his naiselly reply . “ Calm down Cyrus , I do have other shit to do . So Sam said it's nemesis you want me to fight ?” I say while rolling my eyes at him . “ Yes, I know he is a bit bigger and never lost . You have never lost it would be my two champions , clash of my titans `` he rushes to get it out with a hint of hope and a nervous chuckle .

Again. “You think they’re alright? I mean, they have to be, right? Goddess, I wish I knew how ambushes or whatever this is worked. The only battles I’ve done back then were measly rogues, and even those were just like practice. It’s terrifying to think of a real battle, more so one involving my son. I really, really hope they’re okay. That he’s okay.” I said, mostly to myself as some kind of reassurance. I hear Zane’s footsteps getting closer to me and I feel the weight of my bed shift to the side. “Titus is going to be pissed when I tell him that you don’t believe he’s capable of taking down one pathetic human being.”

Under it, Hendricks had scribbled a single English word. It read ‘Armaggedon’.

Then there’s growling and snapping, and yelling, “I said present for your alpha you bitch.” Then I have the taste of blood in my mouth and my vision sharpens. I lunge at this fucking ass hole, how dare he try to command us. I howl at him and growl. The two men beside him go to their knees and tilt their heads to the side showing me their necks. I’ll show this mother fucker alpha, he is fighting me.

His first instinct was to make a call, but his finger tapped to check the home surveillance footage from the cameras he had installed last night out of worry for Madison; only he knew about this. On the screen, Madison was pleading humbly into the phone. "Mr. Whittaker, even if I sleep with ten more men, I still won't be able to gather a billion! How about... I give you a woman who looks like me? You like my looks, right? Astrid can be yours to play with as you please. Just delete the rest of the video backups and we'll write off my debt..." Nicholas's back stiffened. His breathing was rapid and his veins bulged as if he wanted to crush the phone.

The Crossbearer. Fuck.

So when Axton nails my prostate and bobs his head I let the intense wave hit me, and knock me over. With my mates name on my lips.