Overgeared Novel 182 Novels & Stories

No, damn it. “Fuck you.” I have no idea where the air comes from to force the words out of my painfully tight lungs. An eyebrow goes up. “Not yet, zhena. More the pity. Remember, I warned you.” Lightning fast, I’m pulled over the arm of the silk chaise lounge. Before I can even take in air, the hem of the dress is over the back of my head. He tears the silky panties apart with his bare hands until my ass is on display.

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

The engines hissed and steamed in protest. Silence. Then—two doors slammed open. Adrain staggered out, blood trickling from a cut above his brow. His suit torn. His breathing heavy. Rain soaked him in seconds. Elias emerged opposite him. One hand clutched his ribs, but he was still standing—wild-eyed, manic, smiling like a man with nothing to lose. “I built everything,” Elias spat across the distance. “And you... took it all!” “You destroyed yourself,” Adrain said coldly, taking a cautious step forward. “Your greed. Your ego. You turned friends into enemies.”

“She hired a team of mercenaries through illegal channels!” “I know.” I looked at the red dot on my screen. It represented a fully armed team racing toward my building. “It’s too late,” I said. “What’s too late?” “She’s too late.” I hung up and walked toward the rooftop. The night wind tore at my coat as I moved forward.

Rebekah dropped the folder back into her hands, their palms sliding together in a brief, heavy warrior’s grip to bind the contract before they vanished in opposite directions through the dark. Across the district, inside the private chambers of the Onyx Moon Den, Sienna Okafor couldn't maintain the elegant, compliant expressions she had been putting on for the last three hours. She shoved her crystal glass across the dark wood table, trying to swallow down the suffocating resentment building in her chest before she finally lost her temper and dialed her pack patriarch.

After finding out that I'm the illegitimate daughter of the richest man in town, Frank Gibson, I excitedly rush over to meet my biological father. But the moment I arrive at his mansion, I discover that 98 other illegitimate daughters are already lined up to claim him as their father. It turns out Frank's only son has died, and he now needs an heir for his trillion-dollar fortune. So, he gathers all his illegitimate daughters and plans to choose the strongest candidate through a competition. I know I don't stand a chance against the others. Just as I hang my head in disappointment and prepare to leave, a line of text suddenly appears before my eyes. "Don't go, darling! It's your mom. I

Ghost POV By the time I made it back, the world smelled of rain and gasoline. The sky bled into the horizon, bruised purple and rust like the end of a long fight. My engine was the only thing that still sounded alive, thundering through the yard with a low growl that echoed off the empty steel walls.

I spat, clenching my fist. "So, you're the heir of Barrette group, huh?" I laughed, my jaw ticking. He didn't say anything. Just kept on staring at me. I pull out the gun under my dress and pointed straight at him. His bodyguards were about to come in front of him when he gestured them through his hand to stop. "You know what, Mr. Atlas Barrette. I can happily spend my lifetime locked up behind the bars after killing you." I said, my voice full of venom.

Only tired, but firm. “Done playing?” he asked. I pressed the remote again. Useless. All signals were down. Only then did I realize. The orange canisters were never a bridge to the scandal I intended to ignite. They and I were nothing but bait in a story I never wrote. Sirens wailed. Cold cuffs bit into my wrists. White lights poured down, stripping me bare in the middle of the asphalt. Damn it.

Before I could press her for answers, the heavy steel door screeched open, and the sound echoed in the empty space. Two masked men strode in, and it sent a chill down my spine. Fear seized me as they approached. I scrambled to my feet as best as I could, despite my bound hands. "Who are you? What do you want?"My voice shook, but I didn't care. One of the men, tall and built like a bulldozer, ignored me. The other one, with a gun strapped to his waist, shot me a glare so sharp it could have sliced through stone." Shut the f*ck up," he growled.