Novel & Cerita Joker Leto

That is beyond crazy! Wait. A bloodcurdling scream pierced my ears and then penetrated my brain as a flash of memory rang. The door slammed with a strange man whose name I only knew. Tiger Letto is the head of the largest recording studio in Ljubljana. He is not much older than I, approximately 27 years old. And it feels like just a few hours ago, I saw the figure of the tall, broad-shouldered man. He had been kind to me; I fell in love at first sight. However, I didn't expect to see him making out with Arthemisya. I mean, Misya, who resides in this body.

Lorenzo suddenly said my name in a dark tone, and I pulled myself together, knowing I had to wake up and act. My attention went to the older man who pinned me with a strange look. “A very beautiful Omega, no doubt.” He smiled like he was relaxed, but I felt like I was standing in front of a dangerous snake. “I’m Patriarch Leandro Vasiliev. If you get tired of your Alpha’s bad mood, you’re welcome in my pack.” He said it like it was a joke, and Lorenzo answered with a low, dangerous warning growl that made my skin go tight.

Mia immediately pulled her to an empty table located in the back. "You're not too late. Look, don't you see the handsome bosses over there chatting?" Mia said, making Letta glance at a group of men engrossed in conversation. One of them was Marco Jovanka, the CEO of JV.Airlines, where Letta worked, which made Letta feel awkward. Mia continued to be captivated by them, making Letta narrow her eyes as she watched them.

Letta Letishia finally found herself living in luxury and wealth. However, it wasn't all she had hoped for. She obtained it all at the cost of marrying a man who would become the father of the child conceived from their one-night stand. This relationship completely changed Letta's life. The man was Marco Jovanka, a CEO of the airline company JV Airlines, where Letta worked as a flight attendant.

I don't remember hitting his leg, but it must have happened during our scuffle. "An Ace. Most Alphas and Betas are Aces," Adis replies, draping an arm around my shoulders. I’m not sure if he’s offering comfort or simply seeking support for his injured leg, but I don’t mind the closeness. "Don’t feel bad about it; it’s very rare for anyone to be labeled a Joker. We only have two in the entire underworld at the moment… Thorn and Tjeck are the only ones." I glance at Tjeck, a mix of confusion and admiration swirling within me. If he’s ranked higher than I am, then how have I managed to beat him a couple of times?

“Didn’t know you were the old lady kind, Hamill.” “Let her go.” Jax’s husky voice was even and measured, maybe too much so. “Right the fuck now.” “And if I don’t?” “You really want to find out?” “That sounds like a threat.” Joker reached into his back pocket, and now silver glinted in his hand. “I feel the need to protect myself, all of a sudden.”

Machine asked, raising a brow. Joker sighed and looked away knowing that Machine and Kane were right. They were always getting in trouble because she was doing something insane that got them all in trouble. After a moment he chuckled and shook his head. “True.” Joker said, smiling softly. “I was always in trouble because of her.” “Hey, Ronald.” Dex said, when the journalist picked up. “Dex! Good to talk to you. What’s the word? Did Margo give a green light on running the story yet?” He asked.

Adrian hadn't expected me to bring this up now. Ella lost control, shouting, "This is fake! Your Honor, the video's been doctored. It's fake!" When the footage played, everyone in the gallery was stunned. At that moment, a plainly dressed middle-aged man stood up. "That abandoned factory is mine," he said. "We'd planned to store goods there, and by chance, we installed a camera the day before. Luckily, I have proof. If that girl had died in my warehouse, I'd be ruined."