Maddox Hatter 소설 & 이야기

“Hey, little one, I’ve heard enough of your nonsense. I won’t stand here and watch you talk to my fiancée in such a manner. You built what life for her? Tell me the cost of the life you claim you built, and I’ll pay you double. Did you even pay her dowries? And yet you’re claiming you built a life for her? You should be ashamed to even say that outside.” Ryder scoffed harshly. “First off… me? Little one? Who the hell are you?” Maddox’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk. He leaned closer, his voice sharp as a blade. He ripped the mask from his face, his jaw clenched tight. “Who the hell am I?” he growled. “I’m Maddox Hart… unlike you, Dennis, I didn’t have to change my name.”

“You don’t deserve to live. You are a wicked man that doesn't deserve to breathe next to the righteous, you took away your own brother’s life all for greed. I hate you so much.” Maddox coughed, smirking despite the pain. “What are you holding on to, go ahead and kill me,” he rasped. “Kill me, Reed Bennett or should I say Reed Gray.” Reed’s claws pressed deeper into his enemy’s flesh. His fangs hovered over Maddox’s neck. He was so close. One bite. One bite, and it would all be over. And then— A scream. A scream that shattered through the battlefield like a blade of ice.

He both intimidating and domineering. That was Maddox Slater, the legend himself, the king of brutality who was said to have perceived your thoughts before you even dared utter them. The man who's expressions betrayed not a thing he was thinking. He was rubix puzzle that many wanted to solve it cost majority them their lives. The perfection in human form. But that wasn't the only thing about him. From the moment I set my eyes on him, I felt an electrifying sensation travel down my spine. His dark aura engulfed the partially lit room, a sweet scent of earth and sandalwood hovering in the air.

I laugh. "You're still into Jason... I guess that is karma." She laughs. "Shut up! I'm not into him!" "You literally only came to this game to stalk him." We both laugh and talk some more through the beginning of the game. Later, I'm using the binoculars to zoom in on the field. Maddox is wearing the number one on his back, probably because he is the cockiest quarterback on the field. My eyes are glued to him, and the view of his ass in those tight yellow pants is doing weird things to my lady parts. I can see every outline and detail of his ample ass.

Mila cried out wretchedly at the ruined documents "I am so sorry Ms. Blaine. I will fix this. I forgot I had a coffee here." Lola, Mr. Monnet's assistant cried out, panicked for she could lose her job if she doesn't fix this. She brought out tissues trying to clean the coffee but they just got soaked, leaving the huge brown stain evident. "Okay, Mr. Vicker you will hear from us." "Sure. It was nice doing business with you." "Likewise." "Oh Mila you are here. Too bad you came late. Waited for you for about ten minutes. What happened?" Mr. Monnet asked her as he escorted his business associate out.

“I’d like for you to meet cadence. Cadence is like you Sadie. Only I think she is stronger than you. Say hello, Cadence.” “Hello, Sadie,” Cadence said and I couldn’t talk or move. Sadie looked at my father and slammed him to the wall. Only Sadie also got slammed to the wall. Cadence was the only one running the show. My father came off the wall and he patted Cadence on the back.

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

No distractions… Mr. X (online) — Is that the only reason? I hope this has nothing to do with our “joke”… Or something I did… Thalia (online) — Just that, X. You were perfect. It has nothing to do with you. If you want to keep talking to me, just add me on MSN. My name is daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Mr. X (online) — All right, then goodbye, Dalia Penedo Salazar.

She said as she gestured at a door on her right. I smiled at her and went in. “Sir, my name is Hazel and I was sent here by Markos for a job,” I stated. The man behind the desk was in a fitting suit and perfectly slicked back hair. He lifted his eyes to look at me and gave me a scornful look. You could see he thought of me like dirt on his shoes. If it had been a year ago when I had everything, he would have kissed the ground I walked on. I hadn’t realized how much people who weren’t financially stable were treated badly until I joined the club.

He looked at it and smiled at me, nodding in approval. Maddox Stark might have been created to be Calvin Stark’s good little soldier, but Maddox Anderson was the warrior that was created when an angel saved him from himself. He was the one who would fight against the fuckery of this world even if it meant his last breath would be expelled.