Fast And Furious Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

Gypsy One minute I was doing yoga in the small, paved yard, trying to stretch my body so my mind would clear from all the negative thoughts that were swirling around it, and the next, Fang, giant burly president of the Savage Sons MC had me in his arms, his mouth hungrily devouring mine. I kissed him back. It wasn’t sweet or caring, it was passion more like anger, but that was us all over. Darting a hand between our bodies, Fang tore the stretchy material away from my crotch. I should have been angry, but part of me understood his eagerness.

Moody much? I put my seatbelt on and just before the car starts moving and the drive is not long. “Can you put the AC off please it’s freezing in here”, I say and Gorilla B just shakes his head. “You know your boyfriend’s cock is going to shrink with the cold”, I say and Gorilla A looks at me through the mirror once again giving me a death glare Gorilla B looks at me and smiles. “Maybe I want to make it grow with my mouth”, he replies and I have to say that but me up. I nod my head slightly and sit back on the seat waiting for the car to stop. When we reach our destination I am surprised we are downtown Chicago and we stopped in front of a five-star hotel.

Mike The engine of my Ferrari roared, devouring Chicago's black asphalt. Every sharp turn was an insult, every acceleration a challenge thrown at this shitty night. But fear clung to my skin, a cold sweat that speed couldn't dry. The image of Tara, of her empty eyes and that hypnotic blade, haunted me. Fuck. She'd gone insane. A real lunatic. And that look… It was no longer my wife's look. It was a predator's. I needed to forget. To prove to myself I was still a man, that I still dominated something, someone. I took out my phone, fingers trembling with contained rage. Nyah. She was always available, always impressionable. She didn't look at me with that chilling contempt.

We couldn’t see in the car, the windows were tinted’ I can hear the annoyance in his voice. ‘Just head back for now’ I say before I cut the link and decide to give the Red Fang border a run. It only takes me a short while to make distance. My wolf is fast and cross country is definitely faster than by road. There is a strange eerie silence along their border, I can’t even scent any of their patrol. In Fact I couldn't hear or scent any animals or wildlife, almost like standing in a dead land.

He is a TRILLIONAIRE! Not only that, but he is also a Mafia boss. However, surprisingly, his mafia doesn't engage in killing like other criminal organizations. Instead, he protects people, which has earned him many enemies, or so I've heard. To be honest, I don't know much about him, and I have never really bothered to find out. This is because of what happened between us five years ago, on my birthday. Jessica and I made a pact to get extremely drunk on our 20th birthday. It was on that day that I met Bryan for the first time. Despite being my brother's best friend, I had never crossed paths with him before, unlike Jessica, who had spent a lot of time with him while growing up. This was bef

Jeremy didn’t linger after storming out of the boardroom. He bolted for the private garage under Cali Solar, boots hammering the concrete, fury driving every step. His two Italian beasts waited there—prized machines parked like royalty: a Ferrari 812 Superfast, red as spilled blood, and a Lamborghini Aventador, black as midnight.

As my boys and I stepped out, about six expensive black SUVs screeched to a violent stop in front of us. It was my homie, Diego, and my boys. I said to them, voice cool like stone: “Easy, fellas. My hood ain't no spot for one of the damn scenes in Fast and Furious.” They alighted like trained soldiers from the cars. Bows. Greetings. Hugs. Handshakes. The very first car among them was occupied by the third man of my right-hand homies, Diego. He was more like the mobilizer of men and ammunition.

Never quite this personal. Ronan landed a solid hit with his fist to Elias’s jaw, feeling the satisfying crack of bone. Elias laughed, actually laughed, blood on his teeth, and drove his elbow into Ronan’s ribs hard enough to crack armor. They grappled, tumbled down the small hill, weapons lost somewhere in the mud. Claws and fangs came out. Ronan’s wolf surged under his skin, desperate to rip this thing apart. Elias’s eyes burned brighter, veins standing out black under pale skin as he tried to sink fangs into Ronan’s throat.

But the again, I never knew the standards of the bastard. “Yes, and most of the conversation would be including ideas, which you want to be yours” I said raising an eyebrow. Lorenzo frowned at my change of attitude, but toning my mood down, I sat on the chair and glared at him “the hotels, especially the Romanov line, would not be associated with any of your businesses. I do not have them as mafia safe grounds, but they do run by their own rules and security” “But them being safe grounds would give you a better income”

Though a deafening silence was overbearing on the empty road, the sound of their skin slapping filled the back seat of his luxurious car coupled with her stifled cries and his lustful growls. She was laying on her back, her long hair scattered beneath her while Kevin was on top of her, his hands on either side of her head as he thrust in her, deep and fast. With each passing second, his pace quickened, and his eyes remained focused on her face wanting to gauge the effect he had on her. It was tremendous. Insane! She was looking like a beautiful mess, all exposed and trembling beneath him as he rammed into her. Her dress was rolled up to her thighs, with tiny straps dangling down her shoulder