Kick Asscast Novels & Stories

Yes, the girl who looks like a boy is Saraswati. "Who is that bastard ?!" said someone, none other than the Dnakes gangsters. Who doesn't know the Dnakes gangster, numbering 5 guys who are famous with their respective charisma. Bryan Gerland the bad boy, Kevin G. Stevano the cold boy, Reza Anggara the fuckboy, Yovi Andrean Malik the playboy, and finally Dimas Prayoga the sweet boy. But one thing you must know. Even though their titles are different, they have the same personality that is arrogant and do not have pity for anyone. So no one dares to argue or fight the Dnakes gangsters.

Instead, I felt as if something was loosened around my neck and my memories started flowing back. I turned to the man. "Alpha Nicholas, the million-year demon!" I felt so elated when he acknowledged it with a simple nod. He rushed towards me. "You have regained your memories." But as he was about to hug me, the assassins attacked us again. One of the female assassins cried, "I told him that this wench is going to get him killed but he didn't listen." With the anger that we were broken apart, Alpha Nicholas, the million year demon, struck them and got them killed one after the other effortlessly.

I shook my head while fidgeting nervously with my fingers, "No, he didn't." She forcefully pulled out a chair, slammed the small white bottle onto the table, and then produced a pair of handcuffs. With a sharp click, she fastened them around my wrists.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Then he looked away. “Not bad, for a fresh face,” someone said next to me. I turned and saw a vampire with slick hair and a smug smile. “You don’t look like the others. What’s your name?” I stayed calm. “Medor Thornwell,” I said in the fake accent I’d practiced. “And you?” “Marcus Voss,” he replied. “Third son of the Voss line. Never heard of your family.” “You wouldn’t have,” I said with a shrug. “We keep to ourselves. Quiet part of the west.”

—Og Mandino Kiss in the Shadow is written & translated by Mar Mojica The End

Hendrick sighed. “Don’t worry. That won’t happen since I’m here.” Kayson’s voice wafted into the car, and Hendrick was stunned. In the next second, Kayson delivered a kick at the person, and the air was filled with nothing but the cracking noise of the assassin's rib cage. Without wasting any second, Kayson threw a punch at another person and stomped on his chest. The assassin’s chest caved in, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

" Cassie what happened?" ©#KCMmuoe

Jackie spun, eyes wide with rage, and kicked Kash to the curb. Kash staggered, then curled into the fetal position, clutching himself in pain.

He's almost completely naked, except for a pair of worn boxer briefs. "Pedro, my friend," I laugh down at him like we're old buddies, dropping him at my feet. When he tries to push himself backwards enough to gain his feet, I kick him hard enough in the thigh to drop him again. He shouts in pain and, as he goes down, I kick him in the ribs, allowing the rage to flow through me. This won't take as long as I'd hoped or planned, the anger is too consuming for me to play with this idiot. "You aren't where you're supposed to be."