Imperial Fists Chapters Mga Nobela at Kwento

Retaliation had followed courage. Which meant the next chapter would not be about persuasion. It would be about endurance. And endurance, unlike control, could not be taken away. Only chosen. The fall had begun to accelerate. Not with noise. But with resistance finally brave enough to show itself. And once visible, it would not survive long.

His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts as he began moving, each thrust dragging a moan from her lips. "He—" she gasped, trying to focus, but Zane was relentless, stretching her, claiming her. "He wants to align with the Chinese mafia," she panted, nails digging into his shoulders. "For power," she added between moans. Zane chuckled darkly, increasing his pace. "Thinks he can rule all of Asia, huh?" His fingers found her clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. "Such a greedy bastard." Vanessa cried out, legs wrapping tighter around him as pleasure coiled in her belly once more.

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Chunks' face contorted with anger, and he yelled, "How dare you gesture with your hands when 'The Fist God' is asking you a question?!" The burly man charged forward, his fists clenched and his muscles bulging, causing Madame Agnes to tense up.