Kuroshitsuji Ronald Novels & Stories

she rants on, deadly venom coming in contact with her words. Ronald simply looked away, though one thing was sure; he's not giving up. * * TBC

He wanted his honor back and the first step was Dunham kingdom, he would kill Melissa and everyone else seated at this table and they rule it himself using its prowess to take down kingdoms after kingdoms till he looked his Alpha in the face and he kneels before him. Aunt Gretude crossed her leg and stared into Ronald's eyes. She probably was trying to dig deep into his soul and understand what he was actually thinking. At last she shook her head. She had no such abilities but she had the calmness to tell if someone was lying to her. Ronald wasn't necessarily lying, he was hiding; hiding behind one finger. She shook her head and asked him. “Who took your honor from you?” She asked. “It is a

He never expected the guy to react like a mouse meeting a cat, practically ready to get on his knees. Meanwhile, Ronald's other men had all tucked their tails between their legs, their faces turning respectful. Without a doubt, they had all suffered at Victoria's hands before. This made Andrew's task much simpler. He got straight to the point and said, "I'm planning to destroy Marcelo, the Azure Dragon King. At the very least, I want to seriously hurt him. Are you interested?" As soon as he said this, Ronald's brow furrowed deeply. "Don't try to trap me! Marcelo is also an underworld Dragon King in Blumedale. You came to me just to get me to help you fight him?"

“What do you mean? Ronald was already shot before I showed up…” “Yeah he was, but it was all a cover, by the Luna and I, there’s no way he’d been there at that time but I pleaded with Roan to send someone to get down there to assist you in the cover, she actually did listen and that one person she sent was Ronald. He showed up and tried to do as Luna said but was shot before you turned to see him laying flat on the ground.” I replied. My face melting with agony and compelling. I furrowed my brows partially and pleaded he understood because I was totally in love with him and wished he never had some stupid trust issues with me.

The CrestRidge boys step closer, their scents the only thing keeping me from bolting. Ronald isn’t scary, but there’s no telling what someone will do in their rage. I don’t move until he’s in front of me. I tip my chin up at him, refusing to be intimidated. He clasps his hand around mine, and Axel barks, “STEP BACK!” “It’s okay,” I insist, not looking away from Ronald. I finally recognize that rage in his eyes—it’s the same one in Hunter’s, the same one in mine. The anger of loving someone you couldn’t save from Roanna’s reign of terror.

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

Denzel stopped in his tracks. He and Ezrianna exchanged curious looks. The knock came again. This time, it sounded persistent. "Who's there?" Ezrianna said. Denzel did not wait for an answer. He opened the door, determined to face whatever or whoever lay ahead as he did. Standing in front of him with a nervous look on his face was Ronald. He must've masked his scent, so Denzel didn't pick it up instantly. While other werewolves gained popularity by being loud, brash, and overbearing, Ronald was more famous for being restrained and thoughtful.

It’s so unforgivable! "Hey guys, can you tell me who your young master is?" Ronald said helplessly. "At least let me know before I die?" "Hey jerk, our young master Mr. Kim is way out of your league!" The leading smug said proudly. "Ronald, what else do you have to say?" Hazel asked. "I don't know anyone called Mr. Kim." Ronald collapsed, "Hazel, you know me well, right?" Hazel turned her head sideways, a look to show that she was not buying what he said. She was also... a little dizzy. Was she drunk?