Romans & histoires Mi Villano Favorito El Macho

From the man who believes he is always in control. Long time, Gianne, he wrote, adding a laughing emoji. Thor. Asshole.

He smirked down at me cockily. “You like the color violet. Your favorite song at the moment is Often by The Weeknd. Your favorite show is The Vampire Diaries. You don’t have a favorite sport, but your favorite book is 50 Shades of Grey. Kinky.” He listed them, making me feel mortified at the last one. His amused expression then turned dry. “You also favor that Christian guy.” He scowled at the ground. For a moment, I thanked the Lord that he was just a character because I had no doubt that Zaliver would have killed him if he was real. Hashtag Team Grey. Sorry Zaliver.

“I got the impression that you were in favor of a marriage between our families.” “I’m not in favor, but as you said, it is the logical choice. I have to think of the Famiglia and my own family. I don’t want you crazy Greco fuckers on my back. I prefer you making Villondo’s life hell. I have my hands full with the Bratva. I don’t want to deal with him. That you’re going to kill Caballero in the most brutal way anyone could come up with is an added bonus.” “Then it’s settled. Given your family’s background, your Captains and Underbosses are in

He looked at me bitterly and added, "Lucas and I have misunderstood you this whole time." I did not want to say a single word, so I tossed the watch straight into the trash. His face froze, and his tears dropped onto the back of my hand. He said softly, "I've been thinking about when we were kids. You used to tease me all the time back then, but really, it was because you liked having me as your brother, wasn't it?" I was stunned and remembered the plot. That was indeed the reason. The original Maddison liked Charlie more because he was the only one who would actually listen to her and would not rat her out for playing video games.

Vincenzo “No. Absolutely not. I’m not playing that stupid game.” Valentino’s lips curved into that slow, knowing grin—the one that always meant he’d already won. “You mean Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock?” He knew exactly why I hated it. The bastard always knew. “It’s ridiculous,” I snapped, crossing my arms tighter over my black shirt. “Immature. Pointless.”

“I'll do it whether you want it or not. - He said. - It would be good. - Said Dark-Dragon hesitantly. - I think my opinion doesn't count, does it? – he asked. - I'll take advantage of you. - He said. – And you can be collaborative. - He said. – I like submission, but I also like being told I can eat my partners, Dark-Dragon. Vandal said. - I want to give pleasure than pain. - Said the villain. - And it's better to accept. Vandal said. - I can't stop it anyway. - Said Dark-Dragon. - I'd rather know what I'm getting myself into. - He said.

“If you don’t back the fuck away, the only thing you would be is dead.” “Such a buzzkill.” He rolled his eyes. “I love you already, let’s totally be friends.” “I’m not interested in being friends with a potential murderer.” “Thank Dune, I’m not a potential murderer. I’ve killed people, that means we can be friends, best of friends.” My stomach physically recoiled. “Rain Riverton right?” “My last name seems to be quite popular around here.” He laughed. “All thanks to your aunt I’m guessing. I knew her, Eloise Riverton. When she was in her last year, I was in my first. The third best in Oak blood as a whole, while Malek has always been number one.”

If stares could kill, Wade would have killed him over a thousand times. "Delicious. What a splendid meal for breakfast," Vincenzo remarked, licking his lips. "Vincenzo Luciano, I'm going to fucking kill you! If you want to humiliate me, you can just kill me! Won't that be easier?!" Wade clenched his fists and yelled, nostrils flaring. H-how could he do... Then Wade realized something. Vincenzo liked men! He was... was interested in him? Or interested in breaking him? As far as he knows, Vincenzo hated cops and authorities like they were his mortal enemies.

"Uhhh... guns." Allegra let out a horrified gasp. "Cristiano Linus Mancini!" "What?!" Cristiano pouted. "Dad likes guns!" I shrugged. "He’s not wrong." Allegra shot me a look so sharp it could’ve severed a man’s head. "Scott." I sighed, "Fine, fine. No more gun talk." I turned to Cristiano. "What’s your second favorite animal?" Cristiano thought hard, little brows furrowed. "Tigers."

“Killian Montevero is a piece of shit and Julio Rossi’s a brainless cock. Killian will definitely stab Julio in the back the second it suits him. Before they do that, they’ll come for us. For me. They’ll need to destroy me first, then you.” “Let them fucking try,” I said. Vittorio paused, his cigarette dangling, then raised his glass to me. “If my father were here right now, what I’m about to say would probably send him to an early grave,” he said, a crooked smile splitting his face. “But I admire you, Vasilios. You’re smart and I’d like to align myself with whoever I think is winning this coming war.” He said.