Overgeared Novel 182 Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.”

He cast an inscrutable gaze upon Georgina, waiting for her to speak. Marcelo's words were laced with a deceptive calmness. "Antonio tells me you have something for me." Georgina felt a knot tighten in her stomach. The high stakes of her revelation came crashing down upon her, and in the tense silence that followed, she stammered, "Yes... I overheard you shouting about your products, and I think I know who stole them."

“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.

. I'll stay hidden and won't take no for an answer.”When midnight approached, I slipped into dark clothes, my heart hammering as Teresa drove us to an abandoned warehouse on the city outskirts. Rain slicked the streets of New York, mirroring the dread twisting in my gut. She parked a block away, pressing a small pepper spray into my palm.“Five minutes.” She said sternly. “Scream if it goes wrong. “I’ll be right behind.”I nodded, legs shaky as I approached the dimly lit entrance. The door creaked open and inside, there were two burly men waiting in the shadows.“You came,” the taller one grunted. “Smart. Hand over the Rossini access codes your mother promised, or the kid dies before it’s born.

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.

I had gone through the biggest quake ok my life which shook me from inside. After 10 long minutes, she comes out. My eyes automatically find a way to her. She had worn a red cotton saree, revealing her brownish skin. I was weak towards her skin tone when we were dating. I used to find ways to touch her smooth arms and cheeks. I had never seen her bare waist as she never preferred to reveal it. However, this saree has disclosed her thin waist which I can't resist staring at. Exactly then she looks at me and I immediately drive my gaze away from her. It's awkward for me. Now she'll think I was staring at her. Yes, I was. But I don't wanna show that. She says nothing and comes near my bed.

“It is a long story but, umm, it was a story of rebellion against the norm, chained to modesty and propriety, but aye, I had a share of my recklessness being young,” “Oh,” Red held her hand, which surprised her. “Let me hear it, it excites me to hear other people’s downfall due to their reckless actions and the drama in it,” giggling, she pulled her and stayed at arm close, while walking, heading to the dale. Georgette smiled, shaking her head before started babbling. Red kept on gasping, giggling together with her, teasing her, patting her shoulder, and smoothing her arm, reassuring her that the latter understood her.