Illicit Novelas e Histórias

No one cared if he died, so why the fuck would he care about what society thinks? “The usual dosage?” Ilya nods at the question, and then, the man behind the counter leaves to get Ilya’s usual dosage of omega suppressant. Exhaling a sigh, he spins around in his stool, eyes scanning the busy casino that’s only a disguise for an underground market where almost everything illegal is being sold. The image of a gambling house is nothing but a facade to deceive the public. Every person here is doing something illegal, and no one pokes their nose into anyone’s business.

"And what sins do you wish to confess from this past week?" I let a little tremor into my voice. Just a hint. "I... I coveted something that isn't mine, Father. Something I shouldn't want." It was not something but someone rather. "Coveting is a serious matter, Daisy. The Tenth Commandment warns us against it. What is this thing? A material good, perhaps? Be specific, so we might root out the temptation." I shifted on my knees, feeling the damp spot in my panties chafe against my swollen folds.

"Is he...?" "Mark did two things I cannot forgive, Seraphina. He shared your explicit pictures. My tech team has spent the last few hours scrubbing them from every corner of the dark web. They're gone. And then he tried to blackmail me too, once he realized who I was." His eyes darkened further. "The other man, the one who was with him, was involved in human trafficking. Selling underage girls. A disgusting trade I can't let slide. Torricelli is a business household, Seraphina, but we curb crime with crime." He said it with a chilling absence of remorse as if he were stating a simple fact. My stomach churned. I thought he was just a drug lord and a crime lord, but he was more. "Are you going

He scoffed, laughing with Alisa. Her eyes blistered with betrayal. A proud one. She didn’t even feel a sense of remorse even for a second. She would do anything for her boyfriend, even betraying her best friend of many years. Matteo and Alisa ran a black-market fertility business. The kind that didn’t care about legality or morality. The kind that catered to the wealthy who were desperate to be parents but didn’t want babies from random lineage. Their clients paid millions for perfect heirs — children with specific bloodlines, specific traits.

I turned to look at him, and he turned to me, furious. "She will be deported, and isn't she sick?" I asked, blinking at him, taking a long drag of my cigarette and blowing it out. Gun Min He’s gaze fell to my action and harden his eyes. "Do you have any idea what you are doing, blackmailing an FBI agent and basically being an accomplice in murder?" "My client requires certain information; what he does with it?”I shrugged. “It is none of my business," I replied, pulling out my phone and looking down at the time. Damn it, I need to close this as soon as possible before someone notices I am missing from the Anderson mansion.

I wanted deliverance on my sin but here I am adding more sin. "Stop teasing me and take the damn cock," he dug his nails tightly in my scalp. Then without notice, he shove his cock into my mouth. I made a sound from the back of my head, my eyes parting from the weight of him in my mouth. But I had done it before so adjusting to it didn't take me long. I pulled it out, licked the tip and shoved it back in. Elias eyes rolled back as he allowed me to take in his full length. I fasten my pace. "Faster!" He ordered. "I am getting there,"

Her lashes lifted, slow, heavy, and then she blinked once. Corantin. The name itself felt dirty. It was an illegal substance that had been banned in this pack for years, outlawed for good reason. It was an interrogation tool meant to crack open the mind and leave it raw. Everyone had their limits to what they could tolerate before they broke. Corantin helped to accomplish that goal because of the amount of pain it caused. Someone had smuggled it into this pack, and then it was used on her. Each person involved would be held accountable. No way in fuck was I letting this go.

A little over a month has passed since my dad was killed. The alliance hasn’t found much other than there might have been some blackmail involved. I’m starting to think the person responsible isn’t someone in the underworld. There are those that live their lives between the legal world and the underworld. Those that play on both sides of the morally grey scale are dangerous because they are very good at fooling people into thinking they have morals when in fact it’s all manipulation. The biggest culprits that enjoy toeing the line between the legal and underworld are those in government, dirty cops and other first responders, and businessmen. Greed is the main fuel that feeds their fire.

The foolish police had taken him in for it a couple of times and always ended up being the losers. “Ah, my mistake. Illegal feeding of hard drugs to an innocent civilian. What name of crime is it called?” Collins stepped away from the door fully. His eyes squinted. Again Margaret didn't look like she was just messing around with him. “What rubbish are you talking about?”

"Thanks, Mother. I just hope we get this project. I want to see Jared Winter lose. I don't want to punish him because he cheated on me. I want to see his downfall because he's not a good person. He's a real Devil under the human skin, Mom. He does illegal things, hiding from everyone. He is the most sinister person I have ever seen in my life." My body quivered when those dreadful memories flashed in my mind. "It would be wrong to call him a human because he is a psycho killer. Who not only kills people mercilessly but eats their flesh too. He is a monster. Human trafficking, drug trafficking, extortion murder, robbery, smuggling, arms trafficking, gambling, prostitution, pornography, money