Johnny Cage Mk1 Gif Novels & Stories

I'm already on my feet and I'm in between them. " I'm gonna leave bro." Cage says and stands up. " Don't just leave , get out of my club. Don't come back , cause I won't be this friendly next time." Cage chuckles and straightens his black jacket. He has a gun too , cause I see it in his jacket. Cage smirks at me and leave. Gray licks his bottom lip and look around the club. It seems nobody notice what happened between Gray and Cage , except for these men on black suits whom that lady gave them the white powder. They look at me and go back to talking.

#ROAD_TO_ABUJA 💦🔞 #Chapter_12 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 🦀🦀🦀🦀 🦀🦀 #JACK A lot of things sure happened that night.. The police had showed up after the dust had cleared,.. It's a shame that they can't be relied on... Marcus was later arrested and taken into custody, The police then asked Me and Gina to give a statement about what happened and we did, after that everyone dispersed.

Johnny commanded with conviction and for some inexplicable reason, Kissa suddenly flinch and she quickly spat out the hot security guard's long and hard shaft inside her mouth. "What the hell! I'm about to cum, bro!" The hot security guard complains scowling in annoyance. "Just save your cum and release it inside my wife's pussy, bro," Johnny said and then pointed the camera at the long and hard dick of the hot security guard who was already leaking with so much precum right now, and Kissa just simply licked it. It looks like Kissa can't get enough of the hot security guard's dick, she still wants to suck it but she chose to follow her husband's command.

Everyone laughed loudly after hearing what he said. ‘‘What did he just say,’’ the girl behind me asked. We stood back as they both marched towards his office and Cage stopped to grab his guitar from Barbra. ‘‘Who is cuter,’’ the same girls who had been murmuring behind me started gain. ‘‘I think the guitar makes him look better, but when taken away, it and of takes away all his appeal,’’ the The fight was still on of course. No one was ready to conceded to admit that they were finally defeated. Vince drugged Cage towards the wall as Cage pulled him back attempting to lift his weigh in a commando move and dump him on the ground.

He placed the chicken inasal in front of me and took out a pair of plastic spork and spoon from the bag, aligning them neatly. “I want to be someone you need.” “……” “So let’s play dominoes.” “……” I couldn’t comprehend the connection between his terrifying declaration and the domino game. My ordinary mind couldn’t make sense of what this madman was saying. But one thing was certain: no matter what, he could never become someone I needed. “Eat.” I cautiously picked up the spork and put a chicken in my mouth. My eyes watered. I couldn’t hold back and quickly stuffed the chicken inasal into my mouth.

Your support keeps these stories alive. ⚠️ Trigger Warning & Disclaimer This novel, Cage to Cage, is a work of dark mafia romance. It explores dangerous relationships, criminal underworld dynamics, and the fragile line between desire and destruction. Because of the nature of the story, it contains themes that may be distressing, uncomfortable, or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care and awareness of your own limits. Trigger Warnings The following content appears throughout the story, either directly or through implication: • Physical and emotional abuse – depictions of controlling, manipulative, and harmful behavior.

Russian's POV A man in his late forties stepped into the basement, his bald head gleaming under the dim light. A tattoo of a fierce scorpion snaked from his neck to his scalp, marking him as someone not to be trifled with. His body was a canvas of ink, displaying various tattoos that told stories of battles fought and won. He dressed sharply, with a few buttons of his shirt undone, exuding an air of relaxed authority. He walked with a noticeable limp, leaning on a sturdy walking stick that seemed to amplify the aura of danger surrounding him.

I think Jennie also notices because she snaps at him, "Dude, not her. Cage will rip your eyes off." The bouncer tears his wolf eyes away from my breasts instantly at Jennie's mention of the word 'Cage'. He nods once at us and shifts to the side, allowing us to pass through, grunting at me before turning around with the other bouncer to continue regulating the queue. As we walk past the signboard, I turn to Jennie. "Who is Cage?" I ask, unable to stop the question tumbling off my lips. "That is Nate's nickname here." She answers. "Everyone in Panther Claws call him Cage."

I said as I got in the cab of Johnny's truck, we were taking his big rig because of how many cases of ammo that was supposed to be exchanging hands, but they wouldn't be, that ammo was ours now. "Shut up, dude!" He shouted as we got on I-35 westbound, I pulled up my beanie and sunglasses and told Johnny I was gonna get some rest, to which he said he'd wake me up when we get to El Paso. I fell asleep in the cab and woke up in my plane of hell, Jack sitting there using souls in the pit as target practice. "Having fun there?" I said as I grabbed a drink from our mini-fridge and threw a beer at his head, he caught it and set down his gun to drink.

with his vampire-ic powers, Cage stood just beside Jones and pierced the knife into Jones' chest. Jones' groan was the last word that left his mouth before he passed away. At this point, no word could describe the state of my anguish.