Protagonista Despiadado Novels & Stories

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Nora looked at the clock. “Five?! It’s not morning, it’s night!” She yawned and pulled the covers over her head. Zehra chuckled and waited, counting in her head. Three. Nora turned to the right. Two. She curled into a ball and then stretched out. One. Nora groaned and sat up. “My sleep ditched me!” Zehra laughed. “Get up, lazy himar.” Nora narrowed her eyes. “Seriously? Lazy donkey?”

Making my way home. Outside, it was freezing. To avoid the cold, I took a shortcut. At the final intersection, a figure suddenly appeared and seized my neck. I couldn't breathe, and the pain from the strangulation immediately surged. The System quickly went to work, completely cutting off my sense of pain. "You accursed brat! If it wasn't because of you, I wouldn't have gone to prison for two years! Die!" roared a man, who was holding something short. He raised it and immediately stabbed it in my chest.

He was Javier the Valiant, Javier the Fearless, Javier the Guy Motivated By Embarrassment! The ghost displayed exceptional decisiveness and speed—in that she turned around without hesitation and began to run away. The harder she tried to flee, the angrier Javier became, shouting, “Hell no, you b*tch! I almost soiled myself because of you, and now you think you can run?!” Javier had turned into an avatar of the best Olympic runners. He was running so fast that he could take off and fly into the sunrise. He was running so fast that he could accidentally go back in time! He was unstoppable! His shirt might burst into flames from the friction!

It wasn’t long, she heard the sound of a car starting and then it was gone, meaning she was alone in the house. She searched around with her eyes, there was nothing in the room, absolutely nothing that one can use as a weapon, the man was being careful as hell, she wondered what his name was, he probably would be answering a name that match his reputation, just like El Diablo. If he is answering that and from his tone of Spanish, she guessed he must be from Colombia, he didn’t really look like them but his Spanish can’t be something he learnt, it must be his mother’s tongue.

It suddenly felt very real, people I'd know my entire life, watched my die and then throw me in the dirt. "Looks like we'll need to work on your trust issues. I'm not going to try and rape you." He stated, suddenly vanish from the room only to return seconds later, with a terrified woman in his arms. How did he do that? Instantly disappear and then reappear. Seeing the questions swimming in my eyes he answered. "I'll teach you but first," Twisting the woman in his arms so I could look at her. May Brownwood, this was the woman who found me with Michael. Who screamed her head off telling everyone who would listen that I'd killed him in cold blood. Shocked flooded her eyes when she saw me, and

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

The story of Justin and Cora: I ran through the doors, panting to catch my breath as my heels clanked on the mirrored like marbled floors of my job. I was running around this morning like a headless chicken trying to get to work on time. My boss is someone you don't want to let down. He's ruthless, and a big of a perfectionist. He will surely not tolerate if I was late. Though I have only worked there for the past six weeks, I was not going to play a conformist right now, knowing he can get pissed off and fire my ass for being late.

Lucia (Author) BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY WANTS THE MAFIA DON'S EX-WIFE Romeo is a hardcore play boy who has never been turned down by any girl. He has a collection of girls he has slept with, who he calls “fans”. During his usual day at the pub, he sees the blonde, beautiful and slender Maria Pores, a young and beautiful lady who has come out of a nasty divorce but eventually inheriting billions of dollars from James Pores, her ex-husband. He is thrilled to have found a new “fun” to be but this time around, the game turns against him. He is determined at all cost, to make her his, completely forgetting about her mission of making her a “FUN”. He investigates about her and looks for her on f******k

I went and shake hands with him. “Come on man... Who are people today? You see her, she is my baby and she wants to fly.” I told her while pointing towards my disso. Yea that’s what I call my bike. Me along with other five contenders stood along the starting line. I ride Kawasaki ninja H2. I love my baby. She flies on road like a wind. She makes things go quick. I mean real quick. Next there was a guy staring me with his BMW K1300s, smirking at me face and trying to scare me. But I was not playing to win. I was playing there to feel the adrenaline rush that I get from the speed with disso. That feeling takes over all the pain of life and for those few I feel nothing but that adrenaline ru