Fat Troll นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I sighed and decided to give it. "Eat.." He gave me the burger. "You're freaking annoying." "I agree with that." Leon said. "Can you just take him away? Go to the strip club or something.. find him a girl!" I looked at his friends and they laughed. "We tried.. but he still stuck to one name.. Kimberly Medilton." "What a liar." I laughed sarcastically. "He even rejected Savanna. Savanna is like the hottest girl at school." Clay said and I laughed. "Are you expecting me to believe that?"

She was a steadfast troublemaker, and she was prepared to hold her ground. She greeted the able-bodied security men with a wicked grin, her words dripping with mockery and insult. "Oh, gentlemen, what a delightful surprise. Do you always rush to protect the poor, defenseless billionaire from the likes of me?" Her taunts hit their mark, and the security men exchanged uneasy glances, clearly unsure of how to handle her. But Nysaa wasn't finished yet. With a theatrical flourish, she raised her rod high above her head and began to fire off more insults.

A girl yet to shift, it's disappointing enough that I am wolfless. A rag hits my face. It jerked me back to the present. "How long will it take you to finish scrubbing the floor?" Tara's face tightened. "I'm almost done," I whispered. "Done! Are you kidding me? Look behind you. What is that stain?" I looked back to check for the stain, but Tara kicked the bucket of water, spilling the whole content on the floor. I gasped at what she'd done. I couldn't fight because she's the beta's daughter and his favorite child.

Not quite the right word. The truth was, Damian had never understood Michael’s actions. He had always considered his brother immoral, debauched, and utterly lacking in principles. Even amidst wartime hardships, while the nation suffered, all Michael cared about was his lust and his drinking. He had ultimately met his end from an infectious disease he contracted during one of his reckless escapades. And with no direct heirs, the title of Duke of Hartess had passed to Damian, the only remaining brother and, much to the country’s delight, its war hero.

"Eat it. Don't abuse it." Grant wears a smug grin. "Colton's favorite motto." I can tell they're talking about something inappropriate. Colton unwraps his taco. "It's a good one, but not my fucking favorite, Walsh." "Oh, do tell, what's your 'fucking' favorite?" Colton takes a bite, and sauce drips down his unshaven jaw. He licks his thumb and says with a mouthful, "Don't be a fucking dick." My dad flashes a half-smile. "A motto we've all broken."