Mr Wolf From The Bad Guys Novels & Stories

“ From what I can say these men are complete assholes. I do not know what you all see in them?” I rolled my eyes, I looked out of the window . “The same things I wonder about what other women see in you,” I shot back with a grin. He might have been teasing, but two could play at this game. “And the only Mr.Wrong I am looking at is you. You are a very bad influence. Very very bad” “Thank you.” He lifted an invisible cap and placed it back on his head. “No seriously, what did you ever see in that guy? Yeah,I mean he did get a decent career and good looks, but…”

The mountain wolf are not easy to kill, they are fast. Then out of nowhere, something like a arrow come at us. It did not get through of course, it was small to be a arrow. I looked at it and I saw the fucken porcupine wolf. Shit! He will never run out of arrow. He smiled at me and looked at the kids, he then turned around and walked over to them slowly.

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.

I am in their territory. I was surrounded, I changed my run to a walk so as not to provoke the hunting instinct. Did they recognize me? There was a rustle and a growl among the trees. I froze, their yellow eyes shone on both sides, a huge gray beast came out on the road in front of me, the leader is Morgan. And why are they called wolves? They don't look like wolves at all. Huge, at the withers up to my shoulder, with a muzzle more like a bear, but more sinewy, like wolves. The pounding of his heart drowned out all the surrounding sounds. Calmly, calmly. I slowly pulled the handkerchief off my neck and held it out towards Morgan. Almost a "white" flag! Smell, sniff, it's Sarin's scent. Morga

I asked jack through our mind- link nervously, his blue eyes absorbing my brown ones. "You know my answer baby, although been jack rider the baddest wolf wasn't that bad," He replied with a wolfish grin. "I Know but trust me jack rider the Big Bad Alpha will be much more cooler,"

She was about to cross the line from being tipsy to being really fucking wasted. "You're a bad man," she pouted. "How so?" I leaned forward, actually curious about what she had to say. She closed her eyes, humming. "You're in the mafia. You run the mafia. You kill people. You hurt them. You make money off of their suffering." "It's just a job. Nothing personal. And besides, you're a member of the mafia too." She scoffed. "Only because I'm married to you. My family has never engaged me in their..." she scratched her head, trying to find the words, "...activities. "

They doubled their normal protocol for restraints even with the straightjacket on. The male blinked his eyes, focusing on the guard nearest him, and spit, hitting him in the face. The guard leaped back and the male laughed hysterically. The voice was low and menacing, "You are all fools. At the Wolf Moon you'll learn how strong Gary is, and you'll follow him or die." He curled his lips into a sneer and then refused to say another word. He'd said all he would say.

He simply delivered a punch right at Mason. "Hah! Trash!" Mason smiled in disdain. Turning around, his arm seemed quite flexible as it grabbed Wolf's arm and traveled upward, aiming right at Wolf's throat. A dull thud sounded. Wolf had blocked Mason's attack with his other hand. At the same time, Wolf put on a strange bloodthirsty smile. He looked like the king of the savannah that had locked onto a dying prey! Mason's expression shifted, and his heart skipped a beat. Before he could escape, he felt a strong wind coming at him from an angle.

Mr Wolf ordered. "No one must leave this castle" He left the basement to check the CCTV cameras in the security room. He went into the security room and operated the computer to see who had entered the basement to kill Don. He looked for the backup recordings of the last 24 hours but it was all gone. Mr Wolf was furious after he found out that someone had wiped off the memory of the CCTV. Angrily he stepped out of the security room and called all the people present in the castle to the great hall except for Michael.

He smirked at his teasing but I just glared at him. "You wish. You look like shit." I turned away from him and moved my hands to the doorknob, turning it and pushing the doors wide open to reveal the luxury that lay inside. It's expected of a Pakhan, the Bratva's Mafia Lord. That's what they were called. Sighing, I move to enter the room but his deep voice stopped me in my tracks; "Baby girl," He called and the endearment sent goosebumps up my arms. Good goosebumps though, and I hated it, "You'd better not think about running. You wouldn't get far. Not here, not now.