Novel & Cerita General Zaroff The Most Dangerous Game

"Cassian can wait in the lobby. The city isn't going anywhere, Zara. Let them wait." He began to trace slow, deliberate circles over the skin of my hip, his touch light but possessive. It was in these moments—the quiet, domestic stretches before the masks went back on—that the "Game" felt the most dangerous. In the boardroom, I knew who he was. In the van, I knew his purpose. But here, in the tangled charcoal sheets, he was a man who smelled of sandalwood and salt, and I was a woman who was starting to forget why I should be afraid of him.

Much subdued, Leo asked, “Can you help me purge the pheromone from my system, Scy?” “I don’t know. We can try, though I don’t know why you’d bother. The swamps aren’t exactly swarming with men who’ll notice.” “No, only one killer who’s hunted down charmers before,” she snapped. “And you’ll not go near him.” He straightened up. “It’s too dangerous.” Leo’s expression remained mutinous. “Don’t press me, woman.” A hint of Haunt fire made his blue eyes glow. “Not over this.”

“الرجل العجوز كلب قاسي. ماكر جدا. كلهم يبدون مشبوهين. خاصة الشخص الذي يشبه جعفر. لدي عيني عليها وعلىهم. خطوة واحدة خاطئة، نحن نلعن الصفقة ونرسلهم جميعا إلى الله.” *(“The old man is a harsh dog. Very cunning. They all look suspicious. Especially the person who resembles Jafar. I have my eye on her and on them. One wrong step, we curse the deal and send them all to God.”)* Riley’s second gasp was sharper. She stared at both men, face pale, clearly understanding every word. The threat hung in the air like smoke. “Everything alright, my dear?” Zahir asked smoothly, feigning concern.

"And I do not know you." "The bartender told you my name, didn't he?" Cassian asked, a slow, dangerous smile curving his lips. "I saw him whisper to you. I saw the way your eyes widened when you looked back up at me." "He told me to leave," Vittoria admitted, looking up into his dark eyes. "He said you are dangerous." "He was right," Cassian whispered, his gaze dropping to her lips. "I am the most dangerous thing in this city, sweet girl. But you did not run when he told you that. Why are you still standing here?"

"Do you want to end him, Senor?" "No," Vector said, wincing a little. "An enemy of an enemy is a friend. I can't believe they fought over that money still." "Obviously. Completely dirty money for dirty motherfuckers." It was Diego, and his statement confused me. How could he judge when he was part of the mafia? Killing people? Vector only gave a shrug. "Dump him far away from the Villa and kill on sight." Alvin turned to me, his eyes hardened by something I could not quite understand. Even as they pulled him away, he didn't beg or yell. His eyes were fixed on me, and that gaze sent chills running down my spine.

he added, trying to explain to me everything in a short but precise manner. I took a deep breath and shut my eyes close. Why am I even this worried for this man to the point that I don't need to pretend because it just came out so naturally? He is the well known Sain Czar Ildefonso, he is merciless, ruthless, and a notorious mafiaso. He is dangerous, defending himself will be easy for him. I shouldn't get worried. "Alright..." I breath out. "But we need to go to the hospital, Cassinno is bleeding"

Lizzie asked. Zofi nodded. She’s really scared. “Is he a bad person?” Lizzie asked. Zofi looks at her. “He’s my stalker back home…in Manila,” she said. “What? And they hired him?” Lizzie asked. “His name is not Gerard. He is Jiro,” Zofi said.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

Loud and shrill screams rung in the air as people shouted in utter fear. The group of cats ran hearing the piercing noise and made loud noises in the air. Nathan put the rifle beside him and smirked looking at his aim. The gunshot hit exactly at the target, man’s heart, after all, he was a professional shooter and that too merciless. His task was completed. Putting the rifle back in its case and taking off the ear protection, he picked up the case, and within thirty seconds he was out of the house... He is Nathan Williams, the Scorpion of the underworld. The most dangerous and feared mafia lord of Chicago...

Zacarias spun around like he was an angry tiger caged in his laboratory. It expelled pheromones into the air so suffocating that all the scientists who had been there before had to leave and no one dared to enter. But the most dangerous thing about him was his gaze. It seemed like he could slaughter anyone at any time.