Kingslayer Jaime Novelas e Histórias

He was weak from lack of oxygen and the extreme pain she was giving him. “You will regret even thinking that you could steal from me. Stealing from a Di Angelo.” “Di… Angelo?” I could hear a subtle hint of fear upon realizing the weight of that name. Maybe he finally remembered the name Sol. “What? You really think I was only using Sol’s name? My name is Cara Luna Di Angelo, daughter of Domenico Di Angelo, the late king of the mafia. I see the regret and fear in your eyes. Good.” She let him go before rising. In a swift movement, she kicked him and pulled the trigger for the last time. Blood floods out from the center of his chest. I could see the fear and regret in his still opened eyes des

******************* Princess Kaylan was reading a book in her room when her maid showed up and informed her the King had summoned her. All the blood in her veins dried up immediately. "Do you know why?" She asked nervously, her book still in her hand. "I'm sorry I don't, my Princess. Princess Cara wa actually the one who'd informed me about it on my way to the laundry" the maid answered with a polite bow and Cara stood up immediately. Oh! She's always been so scared of the King and never wanted to do anything that'd make her stay alone in the room with him. The King was a nice man, yes. But the stories she's heard about him were just too aweful. How mighty he was in battle, strong, fierce, h

Oh, Janel and the video she thinks I released and Jake confessing to him sharing the video on my page, how every one totally hates me now, and how he attacked me and Hunter and Hunter was stabbed!. Oh God. I need to check on him. I attempt to stand up but the nurse holds me back. “You need to rest. You are dehydrated and in shock.” I see the tubes in my arms. “Hunter King. Is he okay? He must have come in with me. He’s tall, dark eyes, handsome he has a beauty mole beneath his lower lip and…” “Yes, I know the young master. Everyone else does. I live in this town after all. He’s fine. He just went out a few minutes ago.” She chuckles.

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

Lothaire lifted his hand to touch her. She stepped back. "Don't you fucking dare touch me. I swear I will kill you. You... you disgust me. I wish I never met you, you murderer!!!" Willow screamed. Yes. He is a murderer. If he is the vampire king then he is the one who killed her parents, Willow thought. That's the core of her hurt. "Then do your worst to me but hear me out," he spat the words as everything he built with her came toppling down.

Especially to him. "I got mixed up with the wrong people and now he is chasing me to make me a hostage." I lifted an unimpressed brow. "Hostage? Against whom?" "Against Juris," she answered. I narrowed my eyes as I looked at her, trying to piece the information she gave. "You got deeply involved with Juris. Deep enough that Niklaus thought you'd be a valuable hostage," I said and she looked down. It was enough confirmation for me. "I love Juris, Adam," she said as she looked up.

Everyone in the upper society knows that. Behind the slightly ajar door of the private room, Kingsley stood there with a grim expression on his face. His fist was shaking. He heard them all. The half-dead might have been abandoned and ridiculed by the world. But the shadow he left still exists. To everyone, no matter how badly Javier end up, Kingsley was still inferior to him. This thing seemed to not change even after the latter become useless. Kingsley felt a wave of boiling anger in his heart.

"What the fuck are you doing to her?" He stood still at a spot, with his hand behind his back. His eyes were so sharp and beautiful, and even in his black outfit, he was looking so magnificently handsome. I could have fallen so hard for him, so fast, but then realization hit me that he was Alpha Valentino. The alpha who had hurt me so much last night. As I stared at him, all I could see was him taking me forcefully. I dreaded it, him, everything, but there was nothing I could do since I was his slave already.

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and

Jason's gaze travelled over Claude's clothing, a tiny scowl on his face, but he remained silent in front of everyone. With a sigh of relief, Claude exhaled deeply. Jason isn't generally a good manager, so the fact that he hasn't publicly chastised Claude suggests he's had a lucky day. Jason gave him the moniker "Jamie." A male model may or may not wear underwear, but he must have a moniker so that others will notice that he is not average.