Novel & Cerita Fast Furious Book

Book 24 “Fuck me,” Emma moaned softly in the passenger seat, the words escaping her lips in a breathless, jagged whisper as the sports car tore through the dark city streets. The fast-acting sedative seemed to spike even more with every passing minute, sending waves of intense heat straight to her core and completely obliterating her remaining cognitive control. Her small hands clawed weakly at the leather upholstery, her head rolling back against the headrest as her body burned with an unnatural, desperate franticness.

Lord Blackwood’s deep, dangerous voice whispered hotly against my ear. My blood ran cold. “You enjoy listening to me fuck other women, little maid?” His free hand slid down my body, gripping my hip possessively. “Then perhaps it’s time you learn what it feels like to be the one beneath me.”

We were in his territory, within the boundaries of the Chicago Outfit. Giving my brother one last glance, I trudged toward Bella in my strapped stilettos-turned-flat, since I had broken the other heel as well, holding the pleated drop of my peach-coloured dress. Bella’s eyes fell on me and she asked, “You’re here? I thought you were looking for Fabi.” “Didn’t make it that far. Trouble in Paradise.” Holding her breath, she muttered, “I’m thinking about running. Want to join?”

Anger surging through my vein, I launched myself at him irrationally but I was stopped even before my hand even reached him. Whoa! How did he do that? The speed he used to turn around like he could read my mind. Super speed, he's surely a werewolf. Great, Gabriel was smirking right now my childishness amusing him. If he wasn't a handsome bastard, he would be the first name on my hate list. I tried to twist my wrist out of his grip but it was in vain . He glared at me as I fought against him. When I was finally calm, he left my wrist.

Helen whimpers in her sleep and shifts to get comfortable again. "baby, I tap her leg, lay on my lap",she moves and her head goes to my lap and she starts snoring. I chuckle loud and rub her side as I drive with one hand. We pull up to our territory and cross into it and flying behind us is rogues. Our men gather at the entrance ready to fight as rogues stand glaring at us. "so this is the great Fury pack?",these bitches don't know who they are fucking with. "you fucked up",Jonathan moved to the front.

Tan's enraged scream sliced through the tense atmosphere of the hallway. "Look what that intern did to me! He broke my fingers! You'll pay for this, Mr. Cullen. I'll never forget this day!" he ranted, his face red with fury. "What are you all staring at? Get me a medical team, now!" Dr. Tan bellowed like a madman, his eyes wild and unfocused.

Solo. My body hurts. My head stumbles. Lucas is in where? One hears a door creaking open. I sit quickly. It's him. Lucas here. His face is damaged, blood splattered over his temple. But his eyes, wild as they are, Very desperate. ravenous. Furious. He comes to me in a storm. down to his knees. Grasp my face between his hands. "Are you hurt?" He speaks in a raw manner. I give a shake of my head. "I—":

Dylan Fairway “What the fuck do you mean she has disappeared again?” I growl as this stupid fucker shifts from one foot to another nervously. “All you had to do was watch her” I snapped as I throw my desk chair over the room. He bends his neck in submission “Sorry Alpha”

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

My stomach plummeted straight into my shoes. “Richard, what the actual fuck?! Slow down.” I snapped, my voice pitching high enough to compete with the horns. But of course, Mister Fast & Furious didn't. He just frowned at the road, foot pressing harder on the gas like my panic was his background music. Outside my window the city smeared into a watercolor, buildings melting into streaks of neon and gray. He drove like rage itself had hijacked the wheel, like proving his point was worth both of us crashing in flames. The bastard didn't stop until we reached my company's parking lot.