Dodging You (outlaws Mc) Novels & Stories

Lisa's POV I dodged, shifting to the side as Dominick's howl ripped through the air, the rogue's claws inches from my face. "Remain back, Lisa!" he said, snarling at the outlaw. "I can do this!" I retorted, avoiding another blow as I stabbed the rogue in the ribs. As it staggered back, the creature's crimson pupils narrowed as it howled in agony. Without wasting any time, Dominick snarled ferociously and tore into it.

Chapter 39 He shot at me and I was fast to dodge it moving behind a pillar. I got hold of my M4, I came out of the pillar and shot them hard. I sprayed three human security dead at once. Mr Dickson started making a run for it and I was left to fight some of his men. They shot at me this second and the next second I knocked out two of them. I attacked the people that blocked the route Mr Dickson is escaping to. Two of those guys came at me with a fight and I brought them down immediately with a swifty hit. Just then a shotgun was fired at me and it caught me. A loner wolf that's the reason why the bullet caught me.

“Tell your boss I’m not interested.” The taller one frowned. “Don’t make this difficult.” “Oh, I plan to,” I snapped. “You think you can keep me here like some—” Before I could finish, the man stepped forward. I ducked under his arm, bolting toward the window. I didn’t have a plan — just pure instinct screaming run. My fingers clawed at the latch, but his hand closed around my wrist, yanking me backward. “Let go!” I shouted, twisting, kicking, anything to break free. My heel connected with his shin, and he cursed under his breath. “She bites,” the other one muttered, sounding almost amused.

"That's a lie!" Oren ignored him and turned the page. "The Stoneclaw Lord conspires with human merchants to smuggle forbidden drugs..." "The Ironfang Lord's eldest son is in fact the son of his younger brother..." "Enough!" several lords roared at once. Oren snapped the book shut, his eyes glinting with mockery. "My Lord, I believe the word you used was...'rabble'?" The square fell deathly silent. This was no mere band of mercenaries. This was a vast, shadowy power with a terrifying intelligence network.

Justin smiled and said, “Lily, we’re lucky there’s an inn at the outskirts! Eat quickly! We’ll then be on our way. I’ll find the best hotel for you once we reach the city!” Lily gently responded. In her heart, she did not mind enduring hardships so long she could locate Darryl sooner. “Boss! Come here!” Someone yelled at that moment as a few people with swords and sabers approached the inn from a distance. These people were those from the martial arts world. Once they entered the tent, they sat in a group next to Lily and Justin. The leader who had a five-inch long scar on his face looked intimidating. He was Odin Mcmillan—an infamous bandit.

Aaron Wylder had never been blackmailed in his life. Until a biker chick secretly made a sex tape with him and demanded a wedding ring. Scarlett Vance doesn’t want his money. She wants his name. Her father is forcing her to marry another man and has threatened to destroy the boyfriend she loves if she refuses. So Scarlett does the one thing no one would dare to do. She traps Aaron Wylder—the ruthless billionaire CEO and her father’s sworn enemy and blackmails him into marriage. Her plan is simple: Use his power to protect her boyfriend. Use his empire to destroy her family. Then walk away. But Aaron has no intention of becoming anyone’s puppet. He hates Scarlett for trap

"That's sufficient for now. We need to worry about more important things. As the sun started to drop, the attack occurred. With their snarls resonating through the trees, a band of outlaws rushed across the eastern boundary. A scout yelled, "Rogues!" and the pack immediately began to move. "Go to your places, everyone!" My voice broke through the commotion as I screamed. Already, Dennis and Damon were commanding squads of fighters, their disagreements temporarily set aside in the face of peril. I coordinated the defence while remaining close to the middle.

Dustin could not help but suspect that members of the Outlaws Department had been complicit in the massacre of his family, and those individuals likely held significant authority. He had already instructed his people to dig deeper. Regardless, one thing was certain: the Outlaws Department was a place he would have to visit someday. The audience in the stadium erupted into a commotion. Timothy and Elijah had already cleared the preliminary rounds, and it was time for the stadium’s grandmaster to step in. Two figures leaped onto the platform. They were both Martial Saints from Grayvale’s black market. Dustin recognized both of them. One of them was Colin, with whom Dustin had previously fought

She observed as the cards were distributed, one by one, to both Marcelo and Matteo. As Marcelo and Matteo immersed themselves in the intense game of poker, Georgina's attention was momentarily diverted to a subtle exchange taking place between the guards. Matteo, with a mere nod, signaled his guard, who elegantly approached Marcelo's guard carrying two bags in his hands. The exchange happened swiftly and discreetly, their actions revealing a clandestine transaction unfolding before Georgina's eyes.

I shove through the back-room door and spill into the bar like I’ve been shot out of a cannon, bunny helmet swinging from my fingers and a grin so wide it could split my face in half. The clubhouse is a living, breathing beast tonight, Fallen Gods and Cursed Kings packed in tight, leather cuts brushing like sharkskin, the air thick with cigarette smoke, spilled whiskey, and the kind of laughter that comes right before someone bleeds. The jukebox is howling some old-school outlaw country, bass thumping hard enough to rattle the bottles lined up behind the bar, and I vault the countertop in one smooth leap, boots clanging on the scarred wood as I land like I own the damn universe.