Mc Vagabond Novels & Stories

Maggie sobbed fiercely, as though all she wanted at this point was for the guy to believe her and give mercy her life. “Who is this individual, and where does he live?” Vlad's voice was harsh and wrathful as he pressured Maggie to cough up the individual's name.

Under the red light, his sparkling black eyes were tinged with charm, and his thin red lips also became strangely attractive. He closed his eyes, his mind kept revolving around the image of Lang Tinh, sometimes loving and gentle, shy like a peach blossom, sometimes strong, personality, passionate like red thorns, no matter what time he exuded. The beauty made him irresistible, he just wanted to immediately rush over and swallow that fragile, seductive body. That night, Mac Vu didn't come home, but slept at the nightclub, spending more time at the nightclub than when he was at home. His house is smaller than his nostrils just to sleep, the rest of the time he is curled up in a nightclub, danc

Ciaran laughed loudly and sat up. "Dude! She thought you were older than Dargan! Time to change your skin cream!" Teagan hollered, unable to hold herself back. Ozias' face darkened. Enough that I knew he was coming up with his own insult at Teagan. The revving of a car engine had him pause. We all looked towards the window. Maverick's Jeep Wrangler drove in, crunching the first fallen leaves of the looming autumn. Another passenger rode beside him. Black hair shimmered as Maverick parked just beside the front door. I could feel my heart jump into a race. Hammered my ribs in anger. Irritation.

JACOB The rogue girl surprised me. I’d expected someone wild, sharp-edged. Maybe hollow-eyed with hunger or scarred from a life lived too long in the dirt. That’s how rogues usually showed up—half-feral, eyes darting like cornered animals. But Maggie Thorn didn’t flinch. She didn’t posture or plead. She sat straight-backed on the witness stand, voice steady, and told a room full of powerful wolves that she would do it all again if it meant her people had a shot at something better.

It hurt so much. We moved through the dark parts of the house. Marcello walked in front of us. His cane made a click-click sound on the floor. It sounded like a clock counting down to the end of my life. We reached the basement. It was cold and damp. It smelled like dirt. One of the men kicked a small wooden door open. We were outside now, in the tall grass at the edge of the big garden. A black van was waiting there. The engine was running. A man was standing by the van. He had a big scar on his neck and he was wearing a red tie. Red was the color of the Cruz family—Christopher's enemies.

Scott asked as he went back to the couch and sat down. "He's notorious but look on the bright side. Here" Eagle said as he spread his arms as if waiting to hug someone. He stopped when he noticed that Scott and Jill didn't understand him. "What I mean was that,Big Man is notorious but every man has a weak point and here is Big Man's. He loves to gamble and he loves money and will do anything for money. I heard once that he sold his girlfriend's organs for a whole lot of money. Terrible, right? " Eagle said and twitched.

She packed her suitcase with great enthusiasm. Magdalena had five more sisters and one brother. All of them were married except Sona, and they lived in different villages with their husbands’ families. As for Magdalena’s brother, Vahe, he had health problems. He could not speak, and later it turned out that he also had problems with his spine, so he was confined to a wheelchair. Worry over him had killed their father.

"Since i was eighteen. I used to be a drug addict since i was sixteen, by the age of seventeen jay saw me the first time on the streat. I was homeless and stealing needing my next fix. He saved me and we've been together ever since" I know arya came from a bad background but so do i. I decide to give the baby some more encouragement. "It's hard at first to trust people, but jay is a good person and i know ghost is one too. Just be yourself don't be scared, no one will hurt you i promise. You got ghost , ace and me as your honoured brother. We'll keep you safe" "Thank you Mathew and i do count you as a brother too" she whisper "Your welcome baby girl" i say kissing her little nose.

One minute he's looking at me like I'm his last meal and the next he’s acting like I’m a cockroach that interrupted his meditation. Screw him. Fuck him! Ten minutes later, I was dialing Lexi. "Girl, what now? You sound like you just murdered someone." "I need to go out," I said. "Like right now. Preferably somewhere with loud music, questionable lighting, and drinks strong enough to erase tonight." "Ooh. Landlord drama?" "Yes. Landlord drama. And my pride needs CPR." I was fuming. Like how can such a gorgeous, sexy person be brutal and blunt like that? I had no idea. Tonight I'm going to drink my sorrows.

My breath was torn from my throat in a rattle. But I was on the other side. Free. The van moved forward suddenly. The back door opened. A face appeared — Marco, my man. The only one I knew was incapable of betraying me. — Get in! Quickly ! I staggered to my feet, my legs heavy, my body on fire. I dove inside. The door slammed. — Go, go! The engine roared. The tires screamed on the asphalt. Through the cracks in the sheet metal, I saw the world passing by in gray flashes. The sirens wailed behind us, the flashing lights painted red splashes on the bodywork. But we were already heading down the main road.