La Brava X Gentle Criminal Mga Nobela at Kwento

Barlow has finished two drinks by the time I finish one. Common let’s dance he says and puts on music. I don’t recognize the song but the voice of the woman singing the song is sultry. I follow his lead, dancing in his room. He has only a towel wrapped around his waist and mine is wrapped around me covering me from my chest down. We hold each other and dance slowly in circles. At the end of the song, Mr. Barlow holds the end of the towel that I have tucked inside and pulls. I twirl and the towel is in his hand leaving me completely naked. He throws away his towel too and grabs me again to dance. Our bodies pressed into each other. His one hand on my back and the other hand holding my hand. W

All their fangs are bare in wild snarls, and Barrett's proud smile mirrors his assurance of victory. “Brute force won’t help you.” He boasts. An idea forms in my head, and I don’t give it a second’s thought before muttering. “I’ll take her as payment for my debt,” I square my shoulders. I observe the woman—I still don’t know her name—and her brows furrow in confusion. The grey wolf behind Barrett shifts into his beta, Gusto, who walks up to Barrett. “This situation is more complex than your debt, Vince,” Gusto says.

He cursed as soon as he opened his mouth, and Brandy frowned and walked over. "Mr. Timothy from the Ryder family, right? I've remembered you." Brandy turned and walked away. She immediately followed, thinking that this person was really arrogant, being so defiant even in front of the police. At the police station, Timothy was forcefully seated, and as soon as he sat down, he tried to get up to attack Brandy. Brandy was casually playing with his phone, and beside him sat Valeria. Both Timothy and Valeria had expressions that could kill, but one was furious, and the other seemed completely oblivious to everything happening. The police officers were entirely focused on Timothy, who was threaten

When they tracked the path, they found the bodies of their drivers, throats slit, cargo stolen. The message was clear. The Bratva were here. And worse—someone on the inside had guided them. --- Lovers in the Storm Late one night, after hours of strategizing, Dante found Amara on the balcony, the moonlight glinting off her silk robe. She stood barefoot, her hair loose, a cigarette between her fingers. “You haven’t smoked in years,” Dante said softly. Amara didn’t turn. “I thought I buried him.” Dante’s hands slid around her waist, pulling her against him. His voice was low, dangerous. “You did. I’ll bury him again.”

"The guy who's been living like a rogue with you was none other than him— the alpha of Brave blood pack, Alan Alvares." "What?" her tone was a whisper, it held a rasp of amazement. Her activity of twisting her wrist came to a halt. Lisa stared him in the eye while her breaths stuck in the lungs. She felt an unknown emotion rising till her neck. And before she reacted any further, a throbbing pain birthed in her neck due to the stab of a blade that Jeremy pierced in her skin. "Je-jeremy!" The compact hold of his died as he freed Lisa from the grave cage of his fingers.

Bravo was thrilled—with Frank's help, the impossible labor his boss left him with would be resolved soon enough! "So? When are we heading over?" Frank asked. "Right now!" Bravo rose to his feet, feeling utterly motivated. "Sure." Frank nodded. Bravo then made some calls, and over a dozen MPVs soon arrived outside the bar, each loaded with Bravo's goons. "Are we getting the Salazars to pay up now, Mr. Lambert?" a miniboss asked, appearing concerned. "It's not like we're scared of them, but the boys are still concerned."

When she licked her lips, staring at mine, I knew I'd take her right here against the wall. "Fuck me," I muttered, dropping my mouth to hers. Just before I touched her, the sounds of men reached me. I hesitated, recognizing the braying laughter of the one. Keeping Lara flush to the wall, I turned my head to see down the alley. She went still too, and her quick pants of air whipped against my cheek. Two cops walked by, coming from the direction of the strip club. Dammit! One was the Bratva's nemesis. That asshole cop was always trying to meddle with our businesses and bring us down. Steven Murphy was highly regarded on the NYPD forces, but he was a thorn in our side.

“Is a serious invasion of that privacy. Trust me when I say I don't deal lightly with those who take me for granted - as you have done up till this very moment. I can make your worthless life even more miserable than it already is, and you don't want that. So I am being lenient here and giving you one last chance to -” “Y-you can't threaten me!” Craig's voice was high-pitched, giving away just how scared he was at that moment despite the attempt at bravado. “This is -” “I wasn't finished!” Ethan cut in, his voice cold, expression hard and unforgiving. He unfolded his arms and leaned closer, allowing the man to see the determination in his gaze. “You will give me your source, or by God, I wil

Everything we stole. My hands tremble. I grip the back of the chair until my knuckles ache. Daemon comes home hours later, smelling faintly of her perfume. I see it on him, the way his tie is loose, the faint pink mark on his jaw. “You were with her,” I say flatly. “She’s bait,” he reminds me. “We keep her close, she stays harmless.” “You sure about that?” I snap. “Because I saw her today watching Ava.” I drop the bomb and silence follows right after