Mister Night Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then I turned towards the devil who was eyeing me, shamelessly. “Yes, Mister Remus James McQueen! Tell me what you want?!” I spit out with hatred and his lips stretched out in a devious smirk.

Feeling befuddled, he asked, "Kolten, who's Mr. Cole? Also, what's Nirvana Factory? You're making me confused early in the morning. What are you talking about?" Kolten became even more anxious. He quickly explained, "Gosh, you're such a fool. Mr. Cole is Mr. Miller from Misty Manor. He's the boss who's backing me up! Look at you. Even I have to please this invincible big shot, yet you—How foolish of you."

They work flex time, and a lot of programmers do their work at night. It's MR. X calling. Yeah, seriously. The asshole calls himself Mr. X. He doesn't know how many people he has under him or behind him. He did his best digging and all he came up with was that Mr. X doesn't exist. He's part of some powerful organized crime ring.

"Look, Mister, I appreciate the compliment or whatever you're trying to do, but I'm not interested. I'm here to work, not to entertain." "Nate," he uttered. "What?" "My name is Nate, so stop calling me, Mister. It sounds like I look so old." She scoffed. "Whatever. Still, you look like a Mister for me," she whispered to herself enough for her to hear it and went back to her work. "One drink please!" a drunk man raged.

I was still turning the pages when footsteps came in the hallway. The Mister walked in with two of his men, laughing about something that clearly wasn’t important. He sounded relaxed, completely unaware that we were watching “—told him the delivery better be clean this time,” one of the men said. “It will be,” the Mister replied, sounding relaxed. “And if it isn’t, we handle it the usual way.” He opened a cabinet, took out a bottle, and checked his watch. “Timing’s everything tonight. Let’s go.” The door clicked shut behind them.

"Nothing at all?" "The man is so mysterious, there is nothing about him on the internet, I can't even trace him to any of his family member," Jay said. "I wish I can put a bullet through to that motherfucker's head . I'm sure there is something going on between him and Ida," he munbled thoughtfully. "Keep me updated on every single move of Ida, understood?" He asked Jay. "Yes, sir." Jay said subserviently. As soon as Ida stepped out of the cab that took her back to B restaurant, she saw 'Mr. Pimp' already standing.

He said “Really?” I asked “Yeah seriously, I’m gonna play rough with that nanny this night, if you see her a*s, gosh, it’s so big,” He said “Gosh, Mike!! Are you sure she is gonna allow you do that?” I asked him He smirked “Don’t you trust me? She has no choice; she has to open her l*gs, and that pu**y of hers will suffer this night,” He said crazily “God!! You this guy oh, what about girlfriend then?” I asked

When the door shut, she ripped her wrist from his hand. "What do you want?" she growled. He pushed her by her shoulders to the wall. "Listen to me, you little brat, I have a lot riding on that boy. If he doesn't perform, Nightide will be furious. Do you even know who they are?" Hae Mina glared at him but shook her head. She had never paid much attention to Hae Jae-Woo when he spoke of them. She only knew they were currently popular and making a lot of money.

Mister handsome grabbed a new towel napkin, and he started using it to clean the bloodstain on my body. "Do you still want to know my name or do you prefer calling me Mister handsome?" He asked as he used the napkin to clean my pussy. His hand in-between my leg made me close my eyes because I'm expecting more. I don't mind if he fuck my pussy once more because I need it. "Pumpkin!" Mister handsome called out my name because I was lost. "I...Mister handsome is what you should be called." I mumble as I close my eyes. "I'm only planning on washing you up, and I don't plan on having sex with you." He declared, which made me chuckle.

But she shake it off, her head raised high no matter if her tears were falling down. “Now, what are you going to do about it, huh?” Mr. Virmich pulled her hair back and she glared at her grandfather. Nobody even came to help her. “I said to go after a Castigado but not this way you brainless slut!” The master of the mansion let go of Andrea’s hair and sighed heavily. With shaking hands he, fixed his hair and suit. “When I come back you better have the answers, Andrea! I will have a lot of explaining to do!”