I Want To Be Your Left Hand Man の小説・ストーリー

I chuckled softly. "I like your bravery, Dylan," I said, walking to pour myself a glass of liquor. "I like your courage, your patience, and most importantly, your obedience." "Thank you, Desmond," he replied, his voice unsteady. "Relax, Dylan; I am not going to kill you," I said, walking back to him with a half-filled glass of liquor. "I want to make you my right-hand man, my second in command," I confessed. "Will you like to be that?".

“ Sir is there something you will like me to do for you? I asked. He stared at me and he held my hand, this time I didn’t even struggle so much to pull out my hand from his hand, if feels like I wanted my hand to stay his hand forever. He place it on his heart. “ Your heart is all I want , give me a chance and I promise to be that man that you deserve, I want a Queen like you in my life and give me a chance to be a father to your kids, I will love them like they are my kids, I promise ” he said. I look up into his eyes , he looked into my eyes passionately, I look away, he raise my jaw with his thumb.

My hand falls to my side, “You wish to cut off her fingers?” “Yes, or a limb.” His voice is cruel, laced with savage determination. “I want to be her demon that lurks in the shadows of her dreams. The man she will remember for changing her life forever.” He openly declares with his top lip curling and his fists clenching at his sides. I pat him on the shoulder, “You are my most loyal friend, a man I consider a brother on enemy lines. If this is what you feel must be done to pursue justice for Ivy, granted.”

“Your hand isn’t what I want.” “My hand is all you get right now. You have to earn my cock.” He smiles, slow and arrogant. “ I’ll get inside you when I’m good and ready, and not a moment before.” His voice goes hard. “Ride my hand, sweetie” He leans in, his voice low and sinful. “Show your Daddy how prettily you come.”

He leaned in close to my left ear while still holding my right hand, “You sister likes me and in order to annoy her to death you must marry me.” M – Marry?

Aashirya's POV: "The club isn't the best place to find a lover So the bar is where I go Me and my friends at the table doing shots Drinking fast and then we talk slow. Come over and start up a conversation with just me And trust me I'll give it a chance now Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox And then we start to dance, and now I'm singing like Girl, you know I want your love Your love was handmade for somebody like me

“Won't you take me by the hand? take me somewhere new, I don't know who you are but I, I'm with you, I'm with you, yeah, yeah, oh, why is everything so confusing? Maybe I'm just out of my mind, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.” “It's a damn cold night trying to figure out this life won't you take me by the hand? Take me somewhere new I don't know who you are, but I, I'm with you, I'm with you take me by the hand take me somewhere new, I don't know who you are, but I, I'm with you, I'm with you take me by the hand take me somewhere new, I don't know who you are but I, I'm with you, I'm with you, I'm with you.” “Ahhhhhhh NEFARIOUS WE LOVE YOUUUUU1”

“No offense to you, Diana. I know you helped me, but I still would rather cut your head off if I had my dominant hand.” I smirked because it gave me satisfaction to know I had taken his dominant hand. Serves you right fucker. Good luck relearning how to do everything from writing to jerking off with your left hand. “You aren’t exactly making friends. Maybe you should shut the fuck up.” I scoffed.

The moment the men's eyes landed on my bare skin, the madness in them intensified. I screamed with every ounce of my strength, "My dad is the wealthiest man in Starbury! My mom is the queen of pop! Touch me, and every one of you will die!" Though forced to reveal my trump cards, it sounded more like the ravings of someone at the edge of death. Sure enough, all I received were endless laughs. Countless rough hands roamed over my body as a burning hardness pressed against my thigh. Weakly, I closed my eyes. I could feel my heart sink into complete despair.

"The boy standing here shares not a single drop of your weak, treacherous blood." Lucian looked directly into the cameras, his gaze piercing through the lenses of every phone in the room. "His name is Theo Thorne. He is the sole heir to the Thorne empire. And if you ever speak his name, or his mother’s name, again—I won't just ruin your company. I’ll ensure the name 'Williams' is erased from history."