Men From Hell นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I… I didn’t mean to…” He cut me off again, voice even quieter. “Don’t insult me by pretending you didn’t know what you were doing.” I swallowed so loudly it echoed. His stare sharpened. “If you must know, the only reason you’re breathing right now is because I’m in a good mood today.” My chest stuttered. For a second I forgot how to breathe. Then his voice hardened. “Look around.” I turned slowly, terrified of what I’d see. Six men. Huge. Expressionless, built like walls, no hint of humanity in their eyes. The type of men who didn’t hesitate, didn’t flinch, didn’t doubt, they executed.

“You’ve been a neglected little wife for too long. Today you’re going to get fucked like the cheating slut you really are. And you’re going to stay quiet… because if Mark walks out that door, he’s going to see his precious wife getting destroyed by three real men.” My pussy clenched hard at her words, leaking fresh juices down my ass. Lena opened the front door. Two more massive, shirtless men walked in. Both even bigger than Jax. One was covered in tattoos with a thick, veiny cock already half-hard in his shorts. The other was a dark-skinned god with a monstrous bulge that made my eyes widen. “These are my friends,” Lena said casually, like she was introducing them for coffee. “They’re here

The cries of pain mingled with the sound of the waves, creating a brutal scene that resembled nothing less than hell on earth. Cliff's men were infamous in the criminal underworld. They were not merely hired killers but had been shadows of terror for years. These people had committed countless crimes with Cliff, from assassinations, kidnappings, to massacres that shook the entire city. They had no morals, no compassion—only acted on orders and the primal instincts of predators. When cornered, they became even more dangerous, willing to die to drag their enemies to hell with them.

“Why do men always stare like they own something? Newsflash, buddy, I am not on the menu.” “Hey, sweetheart.” The voice wasn’t Lucian’s. No, this was a drunk idiot who smelled like cheap beer and Axe body spray. He leaned too close, his breath hitting my cheek. “Pretty girl like you shouldn’t drink alone.” “Pretty girl like me is about to rearrange your face if you don’t step back.” His buddy laughed, sliding in on my other side. “Feisty. We like feisty.” Of course they did. Men like this always did.

“You used to have so much potential but ever since I put you on this job, you've been lacking. What are you, in sixth grade? You better man up or I do this my own way where your precious little bitch won't be safe at all.” He pressed a button on the wall. The door opened almost instantly, and four massive men walked in. Their eyes locked on me like they’d been waiting all night for this. "Take out the trash," he ordered. "Give him a taste." They didn’t drag me far—just down the hall, into a darker room that smelled faintly of sweat and metal. The room where he punished his men. Then the hits started. Fists, boots, blows that landed in hard bursts.

Zane’s shoulders shook with a laugh he tried to hide. The men didn’t share his humor. The leader’s face twisted. "Even if he bothered you, that was just talk. He didn’t deserve the hospital." He looked at Zane again. "On your knees, big man." "Make me," Zane said. The man blinked, then snarled, "Get him!" Everything happened fast. Zane shoved me back. My heel caught, and I stumbled as the four men rushed him. The first swing met Zane’s fist. The crack of bone snapped through the lot. Another man lunged, caught a kick to the ribs, folded. The next took a hit to the jaw.

Jesus, the way he resisted—like he couldn’t help himself. “Say something smart again,” I murmured, leaning down, my lips ghosting over his. “Give me a reason to break you apart right here.” His breath hitched. That little crack in his armor made me hungrier than anything. But he still found words. “Go to hell.”

THE MAN IN YELLOW

She screamed, screaming hysterically, drowning in a wave of similar memories. "My princess, give me the offspring of the daughter of the sun, give me yourself, and I promise that I will protect you from the rest, as I have done until now, and from them you will give me normal children, who look like you. » He whispered to her, his breath fetid, his body sticky and cold, his dark eyes coming from the depths of Hell, he stretched out his arm touching her cheek, leaving a sticky trail under her, and she shrank, holding her breath, struggling to get rid of him, keeping him away from her, feeling him rush into her privacy. His fists are clenched, wandering and fidgeting, and his mouth is reaching

So when he reaches close to Ike and he gave him a hug as Ike gives out a fake smile as he taps him on his back. "Nice meeting you guys again, the Men On Black" Kamdiri whispered to him. "And nice seeing you guys here again, but you guys came at the wrong time" Ike whispered but that word didn't mean what Kamdiri may be thinking, it meant something terrible. "Sorry, that we came rate, those red corps or whatever they call their selves, they really have enormous men, we fought very hard bro, like there are a lot of men, look at my hands, we spilled a lot of blood," Kamdiri said to Ike as Ike gazes at his hands.