Hawks X Dabi Spicy Novels & Stories

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

I scream his name, a piercing cry, a prayer, a blasphemy. It's the signal. His control shatters. His face decomposes into a grimace of pure, primal pleasure. He thrusts one last time, splitting me in two, and I feel him explode inside me. Hot, deep, the ultimate assertion. His seed marks me from within, sealing the insane pact we have just spoken. My own body follows, shaken by spasms so violent they seem to dislocate me. It's not pleasure. It's capitulation. A dissolution. I drown in him. And I let it happen.

Pain spread faster, burning, suffocating, making it harder to think, harder to think. “Say it,” the first guy demanded, grabbing my jaw roughly, forcing my head up so I had no choice but to look at him. “Say you understand.” I stared at him, my vision slightly focused, my body screaming at me to give in, just to say whatever the fuck they wanted so it would stop. But something in me… refused. “Fuck you,” I spat, my voice rough, strained, but clear enough.

"Tonight, I'm just an American girl who hates her boss." The club, Tribunal, was a living, breathing wall of bass, sweat, and flashing colored lights. It was exactly the kind of sensory overload Ariana craved. She immediately targeted the bar, ordering her first drink, and then another—a potent, neon-colored concoction that tasted like desperation and sugar. They slammed their drinks together, shouting "¡A la m****a el trabajo!" (To hell with work!) over the pounding music.

Vic says as he raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip. “Three blades strapped to my thing and a small hand gun to my other thigh” I tell him doing the same and taking a sip of my wine. As we go finish speaking the chef personally comes out with our plates. “Count four Cartel, spider tattoos, Diabla will be heading your way in twenty” he bows his head and smiles. Then he laughs and jokes while making a show of explaining our meals to us. I had expected a night out with my husband to be but in this world I guess that wishful thinking.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

The dinning room slowly became rowdier as sisters trooped in, chatting and blessing each other, talking about the fast. Arghhh… I was fading slowly, the pain intensifying and mauling my insides. I lifted my head and saw a bun placed on a small plate in front of me. The priest had not yet come and I was on the verge of meeting the Lord. I couldn’t bear this anymore. The bum smelled divine and warmed my palms. I sunk my teeth into it and its sweetness blessed my tongue. Tears pricked my eyes and I felt the monster in my stomach weaken, his blows having less of an impact.

Her confident steps, her shining deep honey-colored eyes, and that smile on her face made them flustered and intimidated at the same time. Isaac had gone to the counter of the club where he had to collect a suitcase. He had already arranged to get it inside the club by bribing one of the workers there, to keep it with him hidden behind the counter till he collects it from him. All the worker knew was that it was drugs inside but no. It was a bomb. Big enough to destroy those VVIP guest rooms where they had stocks of money. The bartender he had paid caught his eyes, tapping his finger on the counter he signaled him to give the case. The bartender looked around and passed it to him as he moved

He laughs, “Yeah, and then what? Men also like to gossip,” “Don’t tell a single soul, but it's Damien’s and she’s a month pregnant.” X almost serves off the road, and I scream but he stays calm and looks forward, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. “Damien, Damien Harris, gay Damien?” I nod, “Yep, I still can’t believe it either.” Xlanti shakes his head, “But the man just proposed and now he has a baby momma and it’s your best friend. Kanti, what’s happening, are you guys in a swinger’s club?”

She doesn't even need any explanation but had no choice to just listen and Mira sat up straighter. “XD consist of 6 handsome men. They are Suhoo, Kai, Jun, Dion, Sean, and Byun. XD debuted in 2012. And what's great, each one has its own set of talents. They are very charismatic, especially Jun.” Mira made her delusion even higher. Incessantly smiling, “Hei! You really don't know them? Are you kidding? We work in an industry close to them, you know!” Hyomi struggled again on her computer. Getting ready for work, “Of course I know! But it's not that detailed.”