From Thug To Idol Mga Nobela at Kwento

Miguel POV: My family always said I was the bad child, throwing me away into the bad pile. All my life been putting on a fake smile sitting on my own, feel like I'm exiled Feeling like I always do the wrong things telling all their friends that I'm the bad kid, though, it wasn't told only if they asked about me. I was an oddball in school and at home, in fact, wherever I went. I closed myself to the outside world and have learned to read expressions of humans. Beaten at home and in school, almost became a victim of rape. Y'all would think I was miraculously saved, but I wasn't, instead, I became a victim of domestic violence. Even in my home, I couldn't move freely. It was as if a chain had

hu hu. A boy about 11 years old was trying to hold on to a mustache man. He kicked the boy's body hard with his foot, causing the boy to fall to the street, and then he ruthlessly used the soles of his spiked shoes to press on the boy's face. He said fiercely: "Your sister has been sold by us, if you want to live, get out of here quickly, otherwise your end will be worse than your sister's!" He spoke threateningly as he spoke, but the boy was too young to understand what he was saying. He cried louder, held on harder, and shouted louder: "I don't care what the tragedy is, please return my sister to me. I want to play Halloween with my sister! Hu hu!"

His lips trailed lower and lower as my leg was lifted. It felt hot and heavy. Oliver's thirst-trap career officially came to an end. Now, he was busy. By day, he was a cold and untouchable lawyer. By night, he was my very dedicated hands-on research partner.

Dylan was the most famous, renowned, young, handsome, and richest musician in the country and across the continent. He was admired and adored by the whole country. I heard no one gets in physical contact with him except for his family members and manager. He was also the heir to the Talen's Empire. Although he had step-siblings. Yes, he was from a polygamous family. Although rumors have it that his mum, Flora Talen slept with her best friend's husband, Chris Talen. Who married her after he found out she was pregnant for him.

“Ouch, I’m not a thug.” I hit him again. This time he caught my bag and tossed it in the backseat. “Fuck do you have bricks in there or what?” “Thug, loan shark what’s the difference? You’re no different from Rocco.” He smirked, “I wouldn’t bend you over my desk and turn you into a prostitute. I’d make you my personal slave.” My cheeks heated up and I looked away. He grabbed my cheek and pulled across the console. “You kind of are.”

said the other thug his gruff voice high pitched with fear when he saw the dark faces of the overlords hanging over him, he wished he could slap his stupid pig headed team mate " we didn't touch a single lock of her hair , we even expressed to the woman that we were no paedophile and wouldn't dare touch a child . So , the woman promised us two golden coins and asked us to sell the lady to a run down brothel . This lord - we , we are just ruffians , nobles give us money and we do their bidding , if this one knew how much you loved your daughter , even if I had courage bigger than the crown prince , I wouldn't touch her at all " The thug wanted to continue talking and plead mercy but Rogue who

What was even worse was that she doubted he had told anyone that he was here. She sighed, Felix was an idiot. The thug carefully dropped Olivia to the ground then turned to face Felix, Felix stared at the thug with a cocky smile. Felix ran to the thug with the intention to smash the thug’s leg but the thug grabbed the huge stick from Felix then broke it in half “You are a fool,” the thug muttered then he punched Felix in the gut. Felix looked at the thug in confusion as he fell on the ground. He felt like his entire internal organs had ruptured, felix stared at the thug in fear and frustration.

In the SUV are their mother and their baby brother. Hearing the car's sound by the fence, the thugs look back at the gate. The bulletproof tinted windows slide down, revealing a man with a black hat, red feather, and a suit, “that is.” The thug stutters.”That is Lucifer Morningstar.” As his eyes grow wide. The hard-living thugs have all stood still, staring at Lucifer. “Honey, what is happening here? Why are these street people in our yard.”

Mandy Zimmer and the others were scared stiff. They knew of the consequences if they mess with these thugs, even if they were rich. “Alright ladies, stop struggling. What’s that quote of something about enjoying things?” The thug in front had sparked his inquisitiveness. “If you can’t reject it, learn to enjoy it.” Another thug replied. “Right right right, that’s the one…” The thug in front bellowed with laughter. “Alright ladies, let’s get started, shall we?”

At this point, I was fully satisfied with the thug I met. He was smart. I had seen it. Katlego would never get a hold of him. And this made me happy. It told me a tale of a free man who had his ways all the time. Whether straight or crooked, I was loving the roller coaster ride.