Paid To Care, Destined To Conquer の小説・ストーリー

Singto’s eyes glued onto his boyfriend that treats him so well and makes every day feel like it was a holiday. He always says to himself I am really blessed to be able to call someone as amazing and kin like Krist as my own. At times, Singto feels that he does not deserve someone like Krist, since he gives so much and Singto feels like he only takes. That’s when it got him thinking about giving something to him in return for the manu beautiful things he has done for him; something big.

Values and morals did not matter anymore. A smirk appeared on Russell's lips. "What a brave daddy's girl. I'm intrigued. But you see, sweetheart... I'm an impatient man." He moved away from her and turned his back on her. He walked to the right side of the room, where one of his men was standing. The man moved away, giving Russel the space to look at the picture frame that hung on the wall. It was Sasha's picture. It was taken at a time when she was much more carefree. The glint of ecstasy in her eyes and the smile lit up her olive toned face. "I gave your dearest daddy five months. He could not pay me back. So now, I want the payment. And I think…" his voice trailed away as he turned around

Whatever fresh hell this new malicious entity represented was about to be repaid in the only currency my kind understood a cruel, unrepentant decimation down to the last shred of blasphemous existence. Anything less than that final, totemic reckoning would only see our ancient hunger whetted into an even more insatiable, ravenous need to scourge every sector until the last of its poisoned seed withered into historical nothingness. An inevitability my kind would bring upon these ignorant transgressors until the score was permanently, irrevocably settled. Our total dominance over the realm was completely reaffirmed. And all bills rendered unto us by the arrogant aggression of this unwanted inc

He finally picked her call on Sunday and helped bail her out. She paced through her apartment fuming in anger, after everything she did for him all he had to say was this was the last time he bailed her out if she got into trouble with her brainless plotting. He even told her to obediently be a toy by his side and not to think about a dead man’s title. She didn’t care if Ed was a dead or alive; what she cared was the money and the power that came with the title Mrs Evans.

Noah was reaching his age limit and if he passed away with no one after Dilan his empire and all his efforts would be a waste. The Thor empire was the greatest among all companies and the most feared and respected, its enemies had always found a way to bring it down to the dust but Noah thor never gave them the chance ever since he handed it over to his son Dilan the company has soared to greater heights making the rest utterly angry and frustrated but this time they had hope.

She only had one last job, and she can't lose it. "Yes... I promise. "She said with pleading eyes. the old lady rolled her eyes. "Okay. But if you still don't pay the rent, you have to leave, or else I will call the police. Get it? " She slowly nodded then the old lady left. It's a really bad day, what did she do to deserve this. Poverty is like a leech it just stuck to up for life time. Being poor is a curse. Because people treat you differently. They will take advantage of your necessity and needs and treated you like the dirt of their shoes, they discriminate against you and disgust you.

They had never thought that the mighty Duke would be that childish and possessive, but even more, so head over heels for his wife. "Be careful from now on." The two nodded and understood that the one behind the panel was a special existence in the Dukedom that could mean happiness or torment in the future.

She reached out, her sharp nails digging into the skin of my jaw, forcing me to look at her. "Look at you," Britney whispered, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. "A filthy, worthless stray covered in blood. Did you honestly think you could walk into this estate and steal the throne that was meant for me? I’ve spent years preparing to be Richard’s Luna. I won't let an Omega parasite ruin my destiny." I spat blood straight onto her immaculate crimson dress.