Deku I Think He's Some Pro Novels & Stories

The look on his face has me uneasy. "Oh yeah, with who?" I ask. "It's in Colorado against Kiki Queen Kong Terron, in the UFFL." Her smile widens, touching her eyes. "The check is going to be amazing, Tate!" Debs informs. "Kiki? She's been in the game for a bit, and been offered contracts from all over. You think Tate is ready for that?" My heart thuds in my chest like an over protective parent. How the hell did Debs score this kind of fight for Tate when nobody even knows who the hell she is?

he explains and something knots deep in my stomach. “What do you want?” I asked, hitting the nail straight in the head. ‘I’ve got a friend who needs entertainment tonight for his boys. Talking about having a rough week, you understand?” he wriggles his eyebrows, flashing me his two gold tooth he has on his canines. “I don’t entertain men,” I bark out, my shoulders trembling with how disgusting this man even thinks. “I don’t run charity, Arlette. You want your keep; you need to earn it.” he turns around, rounding his desk and looking for a pen.

He chuckled before extending his right hand to me, "I'm Deacon." I looked down at his hand and rolled my eyes while downing another shot, "Ivy." Deacon dropped his hand but kept his smile, "Actually, I'm a professor at Monterey Peninsula College. I teach art." "Good for you, Professor," I faked. "You have an aura about you," he studied, "You seem sad but angry. Strong, but cracked in some parts. Cold, but kind." "Any other words for what you think I am?" I growled.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

Justin Deluca pov I am Justin Deluca. The only heir to the Deluca family. The opposite gender could never attract me. Except for casual dates, I was never deeply involved with a girl. Never got into a serious relationship. Not even whored around. Nah! Never.

"The Ledger isn't just some phantom behind a computer. You’re just a man. A fragile one, at that." SHIT. So much for keeping a low profile. My ribs throb in a rhythmic, white-hot protest as I try to push myself up. The asshole who’s accosted me looks vaguely familiar—thick brows, crew cut, a naturally pinched face like he’s been sucking on a lemon. Luca Devereux.

“Yeah right, and not only him, I also have another friend at work who's also a fan of him” “Another person?” “Hmm, he's name is Deon Calign and he's from a very wealthy family” “No wonder the name sounds familiar” “Yes mum, Deon is also a fan of Moon and the both of them crazily like Moon and are so invested in watching the match” “The world they say is really small honey, let's just go and support our Moon he deserves it” My phone started ringing and I rumbled through my bag to find it, “It's Moon” I said to mum

she asked, anger evident on her face. Dean approached me, and I noticed how Linda looked at him, almost on the verge of tears. Then the guy stood up and approached Dean with a smile. "I was hoping you wouldn't come," he said to Dean, who shot him an angry look. "Yeah, Drake, I came, but I wasn't planning on seeing you here." Observing them both, it was clear they weren't the type to act like friends. Dean referred to him as Drake, so I assumed he must have been the one who called earlier.

Then, Dewey walked toward Kye and said mockingly, "Let's see who else can protect you. If you claim to be Kye Deleon, prove it for all the disciples." Immediately, Dewey sped up and struck his palm toward Kye. Dewey was confident. He knew Kye was still severely injured, and he would not be more powerful than any other man. He could even kill him with just a touch. "Shameless!" Edgar cursed and wanted to help, but he was too late.

“Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?” Evan choked on his beer. “What the fuck?” “Is this Devin, the one from Mávros enterprises?” Kandra looked behind the camera and another message popped on the screen from ‘@MiraClassics: yes. That hot bachelor.’ “Were you? I mean, that guy is one of the most sought out bachelors in New York if not in the entire world.”