Gt Super 17 Novels & Stories

“Why don't you package them for me? I’ll have them all tomorrow at the warehouse," "Really?” Her eyes lit up. “You won't give them to the workers?" "Nope," He replied, a hidden meaning behind his next words. “I don't share what's mine," Sophia blushed and moved closer to him, standing on her toes to peck his cheeks. “I love you," "Gattina," {"Kitten"} "Don't you feel the same way about me?” She asked, her eyes searching his. “Didn’t you always love me?"

He takes a step back and then looks at me with a fire in his eyes. Smirking at him, I dare him to strike back without a single word said between us. I want him to fight me with all that he has. There’s no way this man is as weak as he pretends. I’m sure of it! Dereck comes at me faster than I expected. Though I quickly dodge his attempted strikes. He doesn’t give up easily, though, and I am beginning to see the truth behind his techniques. He is nimble as any werewolf of high rank and allowing him to strike one of my blocks, I can tell he has the power of at least a beta.

In the car, I tossed a large bag stuffed with top-tier jewelry and luxury watches into his arms. "Sell everything. Use the black market channels. Also, has the bomb on the yacht been installed?" "Yes, everything is progressing smoothly." Adrian handed me a miniature detonator. "All that's left… is tonight's final celebration at sea."

"The Beta serves as the second-in-command, providing essential support to the Alpha and stepping in to lead when necessary. They are trusted advisors, mentors, and enforcers of pack laws. The Beta carries their own strength and wisdom, complementing the Alpha's leadership." The word "Beta" took shape on the whiteboard, alongside the word "Alpha," as Freda's words painted a vivid picture of the hierarchy that existed within a werewolf pack. "Below the Beta, we have the Gamma," Freda explained, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "The Gamma is often responsible for organizing pack activities, maintaining communication among the members, and fostering unity. They act as a bridge between th

They would not rest until they had brought the Supreme God Destroyer to justice and ensured the safety of the world. Amidst the moonlit expanse of a desolate forest, seven imposing figures, their hulking forms cloaked in the shadows, stood triumphant, their laughter echoing through the silent trees. These were the Seven Werewolf Supreme God Destroyers, an elite group of rouges known for their unmatched power and cunning.

Keyboard Overkill

Do you want me to teach you. Tang weiwei shock her head and replied. " Forget it, let's move on to chinese checkers." The little boy grew excited. " Okay! I love playing chinese checkers. The luxury supercar, pulled up in the parking lot of a residential area. Yan Yang, was holding a GPS navigation device. She had a good sense of direction. Pointing towards the side of the road, she said!! " Boss, over here!!!!"

He finds what he's looking for and runs back to Dax. "Sugar! Really?" Dax asked. "Mom makes a lot of tea. I know a bag of sugar is normally 5lbs." Brady said. "Let me guess your mom likes MacGyver too?" Dax asked. "How'd you guess?" Brady asked. "Never mind. Okay, get her and run out." Dax yelled. "Dax? Don't leave mom. She'd be just as debased losing you too." Brady explained. Dax gets choked up and nods. Brady hands him the sugar. Dax puts his hand under her, holding the mattress down. Brady grabs her and runs from the room.

The girl was none other than I, Rachael Santiago, the daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago. My parents were council members of a secret society of supernaturals, Synx, and the owners of Santiago groups of companies. Supernatural, gifted, or part-human, you name it. In short, humans carry magic in their lineage. We could do stuff other people can only dream of or either pulled in movies. Every member of the special families, or as we called clans, has different and unique gifts of their own. We carried our gift from birth. We could feel it within us. However, due to the incapacity of our human bodies to deal with such extreme powers, we couldn’t control it until we crossed the age of majo

It's only after a deep velvety voice caresses my ear canals, that I open my eyes I comprehend that I haven’t hit the ground. I become increasingly aware of the warmth of huge muscular hands around my waist just below my breast. The smooth velvety warm caramel skin clung to seductive massive curves of muscle, trailing up to broad full shoulders Outlined in what appeared to be intricate golden tattoo ink in hieroglyphic patterns some I recognized like the Ankh the Egyptian representation of life on his rose gold armored gauntlets, others were completely unrecognizable to me with their intricate curves.