Pentakill Papa Johns Novels & Stories

At the same time in a bar somewhere, after receiving news that the mission had failed, Juan Parker was furious and smashed a lot of bottles of good liquor! He sat on the sofa and wallowed in anger for a while. He took a sip of wine, dialed a number, and said coldly, “What the hell are you doing? I’ll pay you another five million. This time, make it clean!”

"Especially by a man who looks like he’d punish you for it." I laughed with them, but my skin was still humming. I knew exactly what those hands were capable of. I reached for my wine glass, taking a long sip to avoid Mika’s intense, calculating stare. The mention of Drake always felt like a bucket of ice water, but the direction the conversation was heading now felt even more dangerous. "Speaking of Daddies," Mika said. "I officially ended things with my sugar daddy last night. The monthly allowance was great, but the man was so boring."

His hair was messy, his head was down, and he looked disappointed. Jenson's voice resembled a hellish demon as he said. "Let's talk, how do you want me to kill your parents? Should I give them a dose of Grand Asia’s special life-threatening pills so that they can experience some euphoria before they die? Or should I set an explosion so big that you won’t be able to recognize their bodies?" The man growled and shouted, "I’ll sue you!" Jenson said coldly, "Don't worry, I’ll arrange for someone to take the blame. After all, in this world, there are many black sheep like you who are willing to die for food and money. What do you think?"

He steered Ethan firmly down onto the couch, sitting right beside him. "Killian sent men to the restaurant this morning," Ethan whispered, his voice trembling. "They brought an official notice. Shut it down, or they'd shut it down for us by force." He swallowed hard, a fresh wave of panic choking him. "My dad... he couldn't take it. He collapsed right there on the floor. He's in the hospital right now because his heart couldn't handle the stress."

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Who ever thought it rational to buy an item for over five times its original price. “Did you find the culprit?” Penelope asked Killian who was beside her. “Yes.” His jaw ticked. “Your phone has been sent to your room.” Penelope was curious. “What did you do to him?” Killian shrugged casually, “Nothing he didn’t deserve.” Penelope halted her steps and asked cautiously with lowered voice, “You didn’t kill him, did you?” Killian leaned close to her with a serious expression on his face, “His remains are lying deep down an ocean right now. No one messes with a King. It is a death wish.”

“I’m Giovanni Flynn Brickser, CEO of Brickser Corporation, Sir.” “I know you,” Papa said meaningfully and Giovanni gulped. “As much as possible, I don’t want my daughter to be married to anyone who is part of underground society. I want my daughter to live peacefully away from danger and death,” Papa straightforwardly said so I look at Giovanni and he avoided our gazes. “I will not abolish our marriage, Sir if that’s what you are trying to say,” Giovanni said with determination in his voice so my eyes widened. What the hell?! What the fuck is he thinking?!

This pain that we all are feeling at this moment. "Mom." I whispered and let myself go as I hugged her back. I feel it, the relief as I pour my eyes out and use her as an anchor. "Who is that bastard!" Dad roars. He had stayed silent when Blake finished talking but now he had absorbed the words and he was beyond furious. "Peter William." Blake responds, disdain dripping in his voice as he literally spits out the name like it brought a bad taste to his mouth. "As in Kain William's son?" Dad questions. "The man who owns the restaurant downtown?"

Before she could crawl any closer, my father stepped forward and delivered a devastating blow with the butt of his pistol straight to Jenna's jaw, shattering her teeth and silencing her pathetic cries. "You’re a senior partner for the city's largest boutique jewelry network. You're telling me you couldn't recognize textbook anaphylactic shock?" my father hissed, his murderous aura suffocating the entire patio. A hitman stepped forward, holding up a tablet that displayed the retrieved security footage from the VIP suite. As my father watched the entire sequence of events—seeing them force the nut-crusted cake down my throat and slash my face—his rage reached a boiling point. He kicked the hea

Some of the contents spilled on my sneakers. GROSS. The crowd screamed in pleasure. “You were asking for my name? Its Viper and I fucking killed your father.” His pain filled eyes widened in shock and terror. “Have fun finding a donor before you die. Adios.” I smirked and walked away from his bloodied state. Jason had a proud smile on his face. “Marvelous, Viper.” Winking at him, I jumped out of the ring, winking at the men who had looked like they’ll murder me at any minute.