Killjoy X Raze Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Fucking beautiful. I swear Oklahoma has the prettiest girls.” “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to?” I whip around to face the newest foul mouth. A breath catches in my throat at the sight of the tattooed rock god. A small smile curves his pierced lip. “Well, sweetness, I’m sure not talking about Gabe over there. Who let you on the bus?” “That’s what I fucking asked her.” “Never mind that caveman.” The rock god extends his hand towards me. “I’m Raze.”

that was naughty, kickass girl- Joy. “Did not explore him enough, bro ?” Kai teased with a chuckle. “Why the fuck do you think Joy was telling about me, Xeon ?!” Dre shrieked. “Coz you are capable of doing all that, bunny,” Jax chuckled and three ninja daggers went over the trio’s head, missing their scalp by mere inches but cutting off a good chunk of their hair from the front in ugly proportions. “WHAT” “THE” “BLOODY HELL”

"His ring name is RAZE, that's only I can say right now." "Who is the best one between them?" "Well Raze is right-handed man and he is left-handed. I heard Kaiden is strong but moves wise Raze is absolutely great. Though he has left arm shoulder injury three months back during one of matches. " "Oh no then how can he participate today?" "He said he was fine. Nobody swaddles more punch than him. He's feasibly the most dangerous fighter the BB can offer now a days. Just one glance at him, it makes body quiver."

Match that with my over-all nerdy look, you can guess how many times I get asked for an ID at clubs and other events. The two interns walk ahead of me and just as I exit the studio, I bump into something tall and hard. And surprisingly the tall and hard something smells heavenly too. “I’m sorry!” I apologize before anything else. I give a little bow as well still not knowing who I bumped into. “Don’t be in such a hurry Keira, you’ll hurt yourself.” It was Aiden. Sweet, tall, and beautiful, Aiden. He’s one of the rappers and head of Raze’s production team. This man is the brain behind most of Raze’s hits.

Intrigued, his gaze searched the room until it landed on a pair of shoes stopping beside him. It was the man who had been with King earlier—his right-hand man. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Raze Alconde,” he said, offering a handshake. Kane accepted it with grace. “Pleasure to meet you, too.” “My boss seems to like your work a lot,” Raze remarked. “I’m an aspiring artist myself. Mind sharing your secret?” His smile was lopsided, his tone friendly. Kane sensed the subtle game at play and responded in kind.