Gangster And His Boyfriend の小説・ストーリー

He knows. His beta obviously. I sometimes forget my boyfriend is no normal mortal. He is a werewolf. An Alpha werewolf. Ah, I think I should reframe it... My boyfriend is a gangster alpha wolf. That sounds better. "The food will burn, Zach." "Fuck!" He moved away to turn off the flame. "Shit, it's half burned. It's your fault, Thornton." "My fault?" That dark look made my stomach churn. I don't like that look.

"You know that you are my favourite client, I will please you first and then I will look after the others" "I told you I like exclusivity. Get back to work, or you'll lose another client". "I thought there was something between us!" The stripper looked at him hopefully, waiting for an answer. The Machiavellian smile made Enrico's face somber, it was obvious he didn't care. The stripper knew that gangster had a heart of stone, but she still liked Enrico. "I can give you that massage you like!" She tried to seduce him with her honeyed voice.

To see her get out of the car and shoot down the avenue, knowing where she was going, ah, it was too much for him. And here they were, kissing passionately until they lost their breath. “ I love you too, my beloved gangster.” " She said after he pulled his lips away from hers to look at her. It was beautiful and romantic, but a gatiLho was triggered in him when she reminded him of who he was. He was a gangster! She was a student, a family girl, and a musician with a future ahead of her. Reality hit him like a hammer and he pushed her slowly away from him and as much as her gaze changed in a snap, as much as he knew that she loved him yes and had just stated that, he disengaged himself from t

He stood up and wanted to give her some time to herself, so he decided to leave her alone. He reached the last step and halted, "Scar, have you ever heard of the mafia?" She raised her head looking in his direction, "What about the mafia?" "Your boyfriend owns a cartel and is part of the mafia." With that, he left her alone and baffled.

he yelled. The call was suddenly cut off. The pierced guy stood up and slammed my phone onto the ground until the screen cracked. Then he sneered in satisfaction. “I’ll wait for you, Boss Garuda Steel.” He looked at the cracked phone as if speaking directly at Bin. I kept sobbing; my chest heaved wildly. I knew Bin would come, but I also knew this was a trap for him. “Ha, what a show, maybe your husband can’t save you,” one of them said.

I took a bullet for my mafia boyfriend, Leo, during an attack by a rival family. When I woke up, he thought I had amnesia. So he told me I was his cousin's fiancée. His cousin, Dante. The Don. "Bella? You're awake?" My boyfriend Leo's voice. It came from beside the bed. He sounded... weirdly nervous. I opened my eyes. The hospital ceiling was stark white. My head throbbed, but my mind was sharp.

“Then who is he? Tell me, and let’s get rid of him.” “Ooh, a tiger,” Ryan teased. “Fierce. I love that. Seeing you angry in that red silk gown is… exciting.” He leaned closer. “Stop it. You’re Pavitra’s boyfriend,” she snapped. “And you’re Trunks’ girlfriend,” he countered with a smirk. “But we’re allies. Allies can… share a few benefits along the way.” “Who’s behind Trunks?” she insisted coldly. “Nobody knows,” he said casually, leaning back.

Second, the bastard thug had just called himself my boyfriend and they must have found me disgusting for dating a lowlife thug. "Adrian..." Giovanni made to move closer to me but I backed away. The donut box dropping from my hand. "I said 'act like my boyfriend' for just five minutes, not 'act like my fucking husband' for the rest of your life!" I half-yelled, my fingers curled into a tight fist as I glared hard at Giovanni. Giovanni Marino blinked slowly, taking his time to register every detail of my expression into his damn memory, as if he hadn't expected me to get mad at him for beating a defenses less man to a musk.

What is he doing? “They said they’re already here?” he replied, unsure. Stan looked at all of us. It only means one thing. We need to be careful. Astra, no matter how good their intentions may be, is still a deadly group of the best female gangsters. Night Train glared at me. “We meet again, Stallion…” he said in a menacing tone. I smirked. “Good to know you can stand on your own feet now…” He gritted his teeth and was about to attack me when a dart with a yellow flag struck right in the middle of the two groups.

The gangster said and chuckled. "You honestly expect me to believe that crap , a hot baddie like you like loser Blondie guys like him , you asked him to pretend to be your boyfriend right ? " The gangster muttered with a amused smirk on his face. "No I didn't! He is really my boyfriend! " Naomi yelled. "If so then kiss him " The gangster said. "W...hat?! " Naomi yelled. "Kiss him if he is truly your boyfriend or less, just give me your number and stop wasting time " The gangster said impatiently.