Illicit Novelas e Histórias

said Illarion, leaving Amanda alone at the inn without a chance to ask. It seemed this was the first time Illarion Black couldn't hold back his urges. His libido was increasing as the image of the girl continued to dance in his head. ' Does taking a break from war and having fun in the city have this kind of side effect? ' he thought randomly while looking for his night adventure alone. 'Or because of 'her'? ' A rather famous red district in the city, lined with old bars and old-fashioned embroidery houses. Some women peddle themselves to the newcomers and noblemen who look warm-wire. A big royal event also provides a coffer of sustenance even for this kind of illici

he asked, his eyes darkening as he ran his fingers up my bare arm. ‎Goosebumps were all over my body. ‎"I'm saying it's wrong. It's a sin," I repeated, but I couldn't stop myself from taking a small step closer to him. ‎The way we were talking was already making me so horny and causing some wetness to pool at my core. The forbidden nature of our attraction made it almost impossible for me to resist him at that moment. ‎"What more can I say? I love doing forbidden things. The fact that it's forbidden makes me want to have you more, it makes it more thrilling and exciting," Tyson said huskily before leaning forward and capturing my lips in a heated kiss.

He stopped himself, jaw flexing, then spoke again, “—you’re telling me Lilith is working on illegal substances in my lab?” “These formulas are advanced,” Holloway continued, still studying the documents. “They’re not experimental in the acceptable sense. This is research that’s been banned. Entire branches of it were shut down years ago because of the damage they caused. Neurological destabilizers. Behavioral modifiers. Compounds that don’t just affect the body but alter cognition and impulse control.” Xavier felt the room tilt slightly, the words landing heavier than he expected. “That doesn’t make sense,” he muttered, more to himself now. “Why would she—”

She held him accountable, forcing him to confront the material consequences of abandoning his illicit trade. Still utterly flabbergasted, the young man continued to stare at her, a mixture of shock and dawning fear etched onto his features. His mind seemed to race, grasping at implications. But Lilias’s sixth sense confirmed what she already suspected: Rudi would not easily abandon this dark occult practice. His life of relative luxury, built upon the exploitation of others’ desperation, was something he was unwilling to give up. He was, she sensed with a cold certainty, prepared to do anything to retain it, even if it meant continued complicity with the force

I glared at him and turned to run up the stairs. I got to my room, slammed the door shut, and locked it. I picked up the laptop from the study table and searched for the word that was bothering me the most. "Mafia" Hesitantly, I clicked on the first search result that pulled up and started to read everything about it. Mafia is an informal term that is used to describe a criminal organization that bears a strong similarity to the Sicilian Mafia... Mafias often engage in secondary activities such as gambling, loan sharking, drug trafficking, prostitution, and fraud...

He uncomfortably nods his head and walk away to the next table. Conversation picks up again. "Is my dad a member of the secret club." "No." Smith would never do anything grey. We are not like the bad guys although 85% of what we do is illegal, like money laundering, smuggling of alms, drugs but we also do a lot of good stuffs like increasing the state profit, serving justice on grey men who try to outsmart us. In general, we are the good guys because not every member of the secret club is a mobster there is a sub secret club that do the shady jobs.

She winced at his grip she was sure her face must had turned pale as sheet at his merciless grip. Max had a few illegal businesses in South, human trafficking, import and export of drugs and weapons and many more. Those businesses had made him this powerful today and Jade knew if anything happened to those illegal activities of his, he would be doomed. His legal business wasn't enough to match the strength Ace held.

Wren always tried to make me feel better and settle down. With all the craziness I’ve dealt with in my life, one thing I was sure about was West and Wren were polar opposites. West was the party type. He loved to go out with his friends, get drunk on the weekends, and go to sporting events. Wren, on the other hand, was the musician. He had a creative personality and liked to do things like camping, or spend the day reading a book. Unless something’s changed, he was never much of a drinker either. He would have the occasional beer or glass of wine.

“The trailer did not have cargo and they also stopped at the City C's intersection in the family Niles’s residential area. There’s nothing suspicious about them.” “You believed that the Niles wouldn't do such a thing?” Van asked. Jerson nodded as he played the marker in his hand. “Have you forgotten their continuous transactions with the Black Market?” Van inquired again. “They are buying illegal goods, Jerson.” Jerson rolled his eyes. “We are buying and selling illegal goods, Van. Does that make us a bad person? No?” “We are different from them.” Jerson chortled. “How are we different from them, Van? They are doing illegal things and so are we.”

by his ruthless father and ruthless family. She pulls him up by the shoulders and makes him sit in front of her. She holds his face desperately. "This thing happening between us isn't normal, it's illicit..." She tells him with a nervous voice, "So you know the outcome-" "Then why does it feel so pure and vulnerable? Why do I feel like I'm doing something right for the first time?" His hand starts stroking on her bare thigh. "It's because both of us have been wronged Asher. I want to-"