Novel & Cerita Jaguar King

And the color of his ebony eyes are strikingly similar to his edgy hairstyle. You're shaking, and he isn't even looking your way. You wonder if you'd melt like a witch splashed with water if he chooses to lock gazes with you right now. You hope he doesn't. You feel your arm getting tugged forward, finding yourself now standing in front of the man himself. It'd be best to probably not look up. Who knows what he might do to you if you dare look his way. For all, you know, he could hypnotize you right now to obeying his or this so called King's every command.

“Exactly. Now that we know what my brother was after, we need to take it.” I nodded, just before he knocked the air out of me with his next sentence. “It seems the answers and the ledger you’ve been hunting… can only be taken one way.” I stared at him, trying to process whether I’d heard him right. I didn’t need him to clarify. I already knew what he meant. His expression told me everything. “This is what it means to be a fucking King, Moretti. Your life is not yours to live and you know it. So own it,” he said, his voice serious.

Joan said. Mark Carter, billionaire playboy, Alpha King and leader of the most dreaded pack was a phenomenal figure. His legendary prowess spread throughout the entire city. He was the Alpha King and leader of the most feared pack in the whole city which was very close to the Vetus pack. No one dared to challenge him or his subjects. He was ruthless especially when it came to dealing with his enemies.

He realized that I wasn't pleading; I was dictating terms. "A King without a crown," Julian mused, his voice dripping with disdain. "Fine. He stays. But he will be the first and last of his kind. The 'Lagos-grit' ends with him." "It begins with him," I corrected. I walked toward the center of the helipad, Dante at my side. The Kingslayers parted like a sea of white obsidian. Julian stepped back, bowing his head as we passed. I looked back at Jago, who was standing by the Core-Room, his hand raised in a silent salute. "Keep the rig hot, Jago. We might be back."