Fatale Homme Novels & Stories

The man continued on his way towards the bridge speaking swearwords against the Levia household then stops on his track on seeing two kings guard blocking his part. “Are you serious right now? I just left the bar and you guys have heard of my misdeeds already, really?” he shakes his head, “go ahead” he opens his arms “I’m ready to die.” “Not quit my plan,” a lenient female voice spoke from behind the man. Turning backwards the man came to see it was Atari. “Mistress,” the man greeted with his head bowed and a knee kissing the ground. “What’s your name?” “Rashik Lum-at”

Shame prickled the corner of his eyes at the mixed sounds of laughter echoing around him. Being a Made-man was all about pride, power, and respect. He had lost it all. Worse, in front of people who were his enemies. In front of people who gave zero fucks about his pride, power, and fucking respect. “Adonis Vitale can have Isobel. Rose is not gameplay for me. Do you fucking understand?” If I were Varo Falone, right now… I would never be him. “Where is it?” I yelled at the man standing near the fire.

A few more moves and many people fell again. “You want to leave?” Once Fane saw that the other party wanted to run, he stepped forward and his body slightly rushed forward. He was like a leopard and he rushed more than ten meters forward. He caught up to the other party and stroked across the opponent’s neck with a backhand move. The bald man fell and Brother Tempest was also settled by Fane with a cut. At this moment, only around 20 people were left. Fane did not hesitate. He rushed forward and killed them one after another.

The fat guy seemed to hesitate a bit because the man suddenly appeared, the leader saw the fat guy hesitate and shouted angrily: "It's not murder or arson, what the hell are you afraid of? Suppose we get caught later, at most we'll be fined for injuring someone. After serving a few years in prison and getting out, we'll take the money and leave." The fat guy was completely disoriented because of the sudden appearance of the money, and also because of the leader's words, a tall, rude man from behind unceremoniously pushed the fat guy away: "This bastard. Damn fat guy, if you don't hit her, I'll hit her." The tall guy also held a baseball bat in his hand, a very big one, and he was swinging it

The screams and murmurs still continued, two teachers had to come into the cafeteria to caution everyone. "Who is he?." I inquired immediately I and Suzanne went back to our seats. "His name is Negan Carter." She says with a huge grin on. "Oh, ok." "He came to this school last week, every girls in this school haven't been themselves ever since then." "Really?." "Yeah. He is cute, isn't he?." Suzanne says with her palms on her cheeks obviously daydreaming. "Yeah he is." I replied and glanced at him. He's seated alone eating his meal, gosh I love the his lips are moving.

“In fact, he has killed more people than you’ve ever seen!” “If you make him really angry, then you’re going to die!” The long-haired young man exclaimed smugly through gritted teeth. He was still kneeling on the ground, suffering the pain from Harvey’s previous blows. There was a mixture of resentment and joy on his face. Master Fatal was flattered by the high praise. He put on a calm facade and folded his hands behind his back as he said, “Hey, you. Do you need me to repeat a second time?” “I don’t have the patience for this drivel!”

Only he was alone, enduring burdens and feelings that were never felt by others around him. The man sighed softly, followed by the movement of his hand that lit a match to burn a cigarette tucked between his thin sexy lips. "We're not going to attack him today. I'm going to make his death impressive, slowlyso he will know how it feels when his soul is no longer united with his body." The man hissed like a cobra. While one of the women who was also a member of the men's black organization raised her hand. As if giving a signal for hers boss in front of her to look at her.

“She. Is. Mine.” The man laughed. Xaviar obviously hadn’t taken the order to wait well and gone to arm himself when he stormed off. I watched as the two men sized each other up. A ranting lunatic and a psychopath. “Mors!” Dietrick bellowed as Xaviar charged.

"What?!!!" I was shocked and so was Habiba too. I've been trying to think for so many days, why would Balkis want a revenge on me? So, this is the reason? This is why she wants to make me suffer? But why? What have I done to her? Her father had made a crime and she can't expect him not to be punished at all. "You can go on, Hamza." "Yes sir. His full name is Muhammad Jamiu, he has three daughters; Fatima, Balkis and Sadiya. Fateema died when he was imprisoned then, she suffered from cancer and as there was no any money to treat her then, she couldn't make it and died."

She screamed as she struggled, but it was no use; she was still in the man's grip. Vincent put his index finger to his lips as he watched the men raping her violently. He really enjoyed seeing her suffer. The woman now knows who Vincent Gray really is. He is the devil behind his handsome face.