Mr Unchained Baki Novels & Stories

Mitch recited like a professional. Joanne screamed and pulled at her hair. She could handle condemning her life, but she couldn't bring Susan into this. "Do you understand? Now sign." Mitch gave her the pen, and she did not balk this time. ***** Charles McAllister bounded over to his BMW XM and looked around for the valet. A few minutes had already gone by and there was still no one to be seen. As he often did on his business trips, McAllister had driven himself and had come alone to discuss the bid.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I trust you are well?" One of the Chinese executives, Mr. Li, responded in English. "Good morning, Mr. Sinclair. We are well, thank you. We appreciate you taking the time to discuss our upcoming project." Mace maintained his professional demeanor. "Of course, Mr. Li. I understand that this project holds great significance for both our companies. I believe our collaboration can lead to mutual success." The meeting continued with discussions about project timelines, milestones, and budget allocations. Mace led the conversation, displaying his deep knowledge of the industry and the project's intricacies. Victor, ever attentive, provided documents and informa

Darren gently stroked my back and said softly, "It's OK, Lisa. You're here with me. That's the only thing that matters. I won't like anyone to take you away from me again. No matter what it is." I melted in the warmth of his body and the tenderness in his voice. He was holding me in his arms. That was the only thing that mattered. "I'm so sorry, hUman woman... I apologize for..." I heard a trembling low voice from behind. It was Mr. Weasel's voice. I turned back and saw him, standing there, covered in mud, shaking like a guilty child. He didn't run away despite almost being killed by Darren. I knew he must have been terrified.

With little delay, Master Bakshi came forward and said, "Wait, young man. Let's talk." Creed's feet halted. He replied with much change in his behavior, except for clutching her arm more tightly. "You need something from me, old man?" He asked, "My name is Dev Bakshi. The former head and also the current advisor of the clan, Phoenix Gods." "Very Nice!" Creed shrugged casually. "Good for you." "I haven't seen you before." He replied without sticking too much into formalities, "Anyway, I've been told you don't belong to any clan! Is that right?"

"Where is my family? Albert, Victoria, the others—" "Separate facilities. Being questioned about X, about the clubs, about six hundred dead bikers whose deaths can be traced back to your war." Chen opened the folder. "You are in significant legal trouble, Ms. Morrison. But I am offering a deal. Full cooperation. Tell us everything you know about X. Help us build a case. And maybe—maybe—you see your daughter again before she is eighteen." "Grace—"

Her acceptance, despite the revelation about his family's financial status, reassured him that their connection went beyond material wealth. Adrian couldn't help but be relieved by Evelyn's nonchalant response. Her acceptance, despite the revelation about his family's financial status, reassured him that their connection went beyond material wealth. "I'm glad you feel that way," Adrian said, a genuine smile playing on his lips. "I wanted to be honest with you, Evelyn. I believe in transparency in our relationship." Evelyn nodded, appreciating his honesty. "Adrian, wealth doesn't define a person, and it certainly doesn't define love. I remember my mother," she said, her voice sounding sad.

Slowly I stand up, staring at her stare at me. " Wow." She looks at the broken chair behind me as she takes slow strides towards me. With my arms behind my back, I work to untie my right wrist. " You don't want to do this, Bianca. I might have hurt you unintentionally, but you're still my best friend." I say, finally freed both my wrists. Tossing the shackle away, I hold the wooden arm of the chair in my hand, waiting to attack her before she can think of pulling the trigger.

He said to the man stepping back. “It’s fine,” the man said with a loop sided smile then flashed his unbelievably white teeth ,his mask covered only half his face. He took Bash’s hands for a handshake that he didn’t consent of. “I am Zayn Jericho and you are?” “Bazzy Harvey, ” Bash replied ad struggled to pull his hand from Zayn’s grip. He would not tell his real name to this tall, slender handsome man? It was silly because Bazzy was his username on I*******m. He mentally facepalmed at his stupidity.

a deep voice commands from within. Here goes nothing. I push open the door and find myself face to face with Ethan Blackwood, seated behind a massive desk that probably costs more than my entire apartment. He glances up briefly before returning his attention to a stack of papers. "You're Ava, right?" he says, barely looking at me. My eyes widen as I take in the sight of him. Ethan is a masterpiece, a walking work of art. His dark hair is perfectly styled, and his strong jawline which could probably cut through diamonds, is accentuated by a hint of stubble.

"I let men kiss dirt, Asshole." The sound of bone cracking in his hand and his screams echoed in the quiet mansion. "Fuck you, Bitch. Damn you!" He cursed repeatedly and if it weren't for his broken hand, he probably would have attacked me. "I'll kill you, you Slut. I'll kill you!" People came rushing out of the mansion, including Leticia, who was shocked as she looked at her son’s hand before her eyes widened as she approached me with her dagger eyes. Alejandro’s men blocked her to protect me.