Hobo Eren Novels & Stories

It wasn't until Eric got bored that he let go; Hana's body turned backward for more than ten laps before standing still. Eric used magic to turn into a knife that cut off the rope; her legs landed and fell. Eric seemed unhappy, and he slowly said, "Hey, Huska. Do you have any other ideas? I'm bored with this game." Huska is the son of Bronie, Eric's powerful henchman. Huska inherited his mother's appearance, but his mind was not good. To put it bluntly, he's an idiot with a muscular body. "Do you want to try its aroma?" Huska said.

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.

It was almost tempting and mocking others to enter, knowing no soul can escape its clasp. Craning his neck up higher, he saw his beloved Moon cheering him on, glowing ever so brightly. "Hello, Mr Blue. You're a full Moon today; I'm happy for you. Does this mean that even more of your existence will be cheering me on..? I hope so. I have a plan, and I only have you by my side," Erin nervously rambled, turning his mic on for a short moment, so unsure and insecure of his ability to combat. V robbed it, single handedly. If, by some miracle, he wins, the next twelve days will be difficult- he will be deemed as the hacker who inevitably won. If he loses, he barely gets enough money, and rots in th

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

I can’t afford to be late on my first meeting with the boss. I alight at the bus stop and look at Trust hotel which is on the other side of the road. I take a deep breath and cross the road walking to the hotel, hoping that I will not run into him. I look at the crowded hotel and see Sera waving me to her table. She is with a man, who is probably in his thirties. He is in a black leather jacket and a white t-shirt. He looks good and legal. By legal, I mean that, he doesn’t look like the guy to be involved in illegal business so this has to be legal.

Sara reported. “Hugo is at work. He works until four or five on Fridays normally,” Rocco said once we stepped outside. “Where does he work?” I asked. “A brothel near Calabogie.” “I know it,” I said, looking at Sara. “You’re free to go.” I turned to Rocco, undoing my alpha aura. We got back into the car and drove just over a half hour to get to Hugo’s place of work. I was familiar with it as that was where we got our wolfsbane darts supply, which would explain how the rogue was able to obtain them.

One that warned me of danger, but I didn't know whether it was of him or something else entirely. But then I could see the strain that was in his face, the way he clenched his hand. The way his cheek twitched. He was angry and I could tell that he was doing his best to try and not show it to his pack members, though I did not understand why he was caring about a bunch of rogues. They often tried to do something like this. They often tried to break in. Why would he care about that? Why would he bother himself about that? The sigil carved into the rogue’s chest gleamed dark and cruel against the torchlight. I stared at the moment too long. Got it, Trying to figure out what it meant. It was a m

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

He picked up the note and pen carefully and nodded. Savannah smiled brightly at that. "I didn't catch your name, so, what's your name, Sir? I am Savannah Easton. You can call me Savannah." The hobo man wrote down the note slowly. Savannah waited with patience as he took his time. Probably, it had been a long time since he last wrote something down, judged by the quiver of his hand. After he had done, he handed it to Savannah with a bit of hesitancy. Savannah took the note and read the words.

The arrogance of a young heir had completely vanished, replaced by extreme panic. "It's The Liberated who killed Mr. Hubert. I'm telling you, it's The Liberated, and their ultimate goal is Logan! Isn't this enough? Please, I beg you. What else do you want to know? I'll tell you everything! Everything!" Stevie felt the brimming killing intent emanating from Erwen, who did not seem to be joking at all. However, what Stevie thought to be a shocking secret did not cause any change in Erwen's expression when he revealed it.