Mr Rude Novels & Stories

When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker. "Hello Children " I coo Julie splashes water at me "Witch took you long enough " it's 11 am in the morning we could have done this in the afternoon " it's hot as the devil's balls so it's a good time " I laugh "you will know the devil's balls now will you Julie " Kaylee laughs.

Turning at the window, the man murmured venomously, “Ryan- The Ruthless Rockstar!… Soon I will end your fame… your eminence… and then your life…” ***********

That makes me scoff. “I am used to this. I just did not imagine…” “That mages can live like this?” Moran prompts. I purse my lips and nod. We walk into the huge living room filled with all kinds of furniture. There’s a woodsy smell and gives a different vibe. I look around, letting my gaze skim over the red walls, decor mirrors hanging while another wall remains empty. Mage Rudra, a tall man with tanned skin, shoulder-length black hair and deep-set brown eyes, whose smile was mysterious and gaze intriguing. After the formal introduction, Elias takes it upon himself to become the conversation starter.

Scarlet cheeks cast down, the host stuttering out a quiet apology before hastily retreating. Kate scowled, one eyebrow rising as she awaited Colton’s explanation. “That was rude.” “Me?” he scoffed, shoulders rolling in defiance. “Rude is staring at your tits like he wanted to fuck them. He’s lucky I didn’t wring out his fucking neck.”

He read the name written in bold out loud in question. Opening a new tab, he put his research skills to work. There were too many profiles that popped up under the name but one look at the brief information sent alongside their new mission, it was easy to find their next target. An old man who was in his late seventies popped up and Rod was not all too surprised about that.

Now we definitely looked at him, like ‘He is crazy! What the hell are they even talking? “Guys, stop those stupid thoughts. Can’t you see Mr.Stone is the groom in the first place?” Rashi said rolling her eyes. “Really?” Rani asked. And remaining looked at me for my reply. I nodded and went near him, and he immediately smiled at me with adore. “Oh my God! He is not Mr.Stone. Mr.Stone never smiles at all, and here he is smiling and looking at you like you are an angel.” Rani whispered to us.

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

She ended up at The Rusty Anchor, a dive bar so grimy and forgotten that even the city's rats seemed to have moved on. It was the kind of place where the lighting was dim enough to hide her face and the smell of stale beer was strong enough to drown out the scent of sandalwood that seemed to haunt her skin. "Whiskey. Neat. The cheap stuff," Cali snapped, sliding onto a cracked leather stool. The bartender, a man whose face looked like a crumpled paper bag, didn't even look up. "Rough day, Princess?" "Don't call me that," she growled, her grumpy mask settling into a permanent scowl.

Svanna was silent for a moment, thinking of the best answer while giving her husband a sharp look. “I’ll cut you into mincemeat and feed you to the stray dogs.” She was just speaking off the cuff, though Nightroe took it seriously; the man gave a hollow chuckle, then continued, “You talk just like a mafia wife.” “Aren’t I actually a mafia wife?” There was nothing funny about it, but they laughed in unison. Not because Nightroe didn’t know his status. It was just that the man had never seen the courage coming. The courage to admit something that was clearly hard to control.

He cooked a chicken dish with extra salads and smoothies which I love so much. “Mr Young, you don't have to do this. Now I'll be sorry to disappoint you if something goes wrong” He laughed, and it still scares me how the sound affects me. Mr Young has a perfect combination of honey eyed and dark brown hair that falls over his eye, his ears are pierced and a shiny small ring reflects under the dimmed light of my kitchen. But what made me go crazy was the dimple on his right cheeks that appears only when he bites his lips with his upper teeth or when he smile - “I’ll be there tomorrow” He surprised me by saying.