Novel & Cerita Male Face Claims

“But it is lies! All lies! They haven’t even seen her! There is no way they have evidence to prove these claims!” “If you sit down, we can discuss this as proper men. You might even learn what supports their claims!” I didn't know what claim had been made, but it was obviously something dire. Toke was enraged, to say the least, and most of his men seemed tense and cold. Leaning forward on the table, Toke took a couple of deep breaths. When his father squeezed his shoulder, he seemed to break out of his raging thoughts. His muscles relaxed, and with a frustrated huff, he slumped down in his chair.

And because I'm a straight man. Yeah, we're really back to that? A laugh bursts out of me, filled with mirth. "Sure, and I'm the first man to land on the moon." "What are you saying?" He gives me a look that's a mix between perplexed and annoyed. My brows furrow. "Wait, don't tell me you actually believe that bull shit? You? Straight? Come on, Christian." His frown deepens, and then he closes his eyes, but forces them back open. "No matter what I am, the truth remains that I don't want you." He says again.

“He’s not who he claims to be.” “What do you mean?” “He changed his name three years ago. His real name? Kellan Vire. Former Gamma of Mason’s old pack before it shattered.” Ronan cursed under his breath, and tension crackled in the air. “He's been here for two weeks,” Liam interjected. “No signs of contact—” “Because he didn’t need to make contact,” Alexandra cut in sharply. “He was the contact.” Ronan's voice turned cold. “Where is he now?”

"I know you're all here to ask questions about the rumors that have been circulating. And I'm here to tell you that yes, I am Velma's father." The room erupted into a flurry of camera clicks and shouted questions. I felt a flutter in my chest as Mike joined me at the microphone, our arms touching briefly. "Did you have an affair with Clara while she was still married to her ex-husband?" "No, that's not true," Mike replied firmly. "There's no ex-husband in the picture. So?" "So if there was, you will-" "Next question!" I yelled, shooting Mike a glare and he smirked right back. "How do you respond to allegations that you're only claiming paternity now to boost your public image?"

The caption was: “Do These Family Members Know What They Are Saying or Are They Just Being Clowns?” I burst into quick laughter reading the caption because isn’t that so funny? The author of this caption was indeed right because if we took a better look at it, aren’t they just clowns thinking they’d actually get me back despite how terribly they treated me? Once I read the caption, I took a gentle sip from my glass of wine and settled my eyes on the newspaper content itself. “Today, a man called Tyler Harrington claimed that the famous Matriarch Alessandra was getting married to him soon. His tone was serious, and his gaze seemed as though he meant what he was saying. But the question is, is

he voiced out sharply and I dropped the phone, moving towards him and seizing him by the collar "Tell me the truth right now! I need only the truth, spill it out" I grinned "Yeah it's true I know this man, I performed a cosmectic surgery on him" he blurted out "And what else? how was the condition of his face when he came here?" Malia questioned

A male shouts out from near the bar area. “Have you not heard, he has boils all over his face. That’s why he doesn’t show himself, doesn’t want to be seen in public.” The female shouts out from behind, enjoying the negative perception of myself. I turn to Reuben with a smug smirk, was he responsible for this propaganda against me? Not now obviously, but before when he didn’t know who the Silver Moon Alpha really was.

Said the male while staring at me fearlessly while the female responded "If he had a conscience, he should have turned himself in to the cops, just see the way he was beating the poor guy up!” Surely! This was no mix-up, someone is trying to frame me up real nice and get at me for something I did. I looked again at the local news to confirm and saw my face and the video staring at me but it seems the news hasn't spread everywhere yet but in some few parts of town. “I must hurry up and get out of here before I get into any form of trouble" I pondered.

The men around looked at me with surprise and awe, most of them stepped forward for a handshake while the rest muttered questions about my whereabouts for five years. I stared at Marcini and Giovanni before flashing the men a smile that screamed fake. “I got busy fixing my life after all the tragedies, and then I heard the rumors that I was dead so I came back from hell to clear those rumors,” I answered. Nervous laughter rippled. Then Marcini’s eyes landed on Elena who tried her best to keep calm, his eyes swept over her from head to toe before it landed back on me. “Chi è la damigella, fratello?” he asked, raising his glass to his lips for a sip. Who is the damsel, brother.

Up close, she was scary looking with a straight, unreadable face. “Whatever it is. I don't care, let's get this over with” another male said. This one had short hair with a scar on his forehead. Well-built with toned muscles everywhere. He was wearing the same clothes as Jordan. Both men had their distinct traits. Jordan looked a little more intimidating than.