Novel & Cerita Protagonista Desvergonzado

I had just fucked Chadwick's enemy for absolutely nothing. I looked at the door, the ache between my legs now feeling like a brand of pure, unforgivable shame. I had no self-respect left. I had no safety. I was just a Judas in a pink tank top. A twink to two monsters.

The man was laying it on thick, trying to turn everyone against Astrid and Ulfhild, who had only ever done good for their people. The duplicitous Chieftain raised his hands to quiet the crowd. "And I have another confession." His mouth turned down in sorrow. "I allowed my good nature to be taken advantage of again when I allowed a stranger into your midst. I must tell you, most of it was greed on my part. I saw what an exceptional warrior the man was and wanted him to fight for me. Alas, in the end, he conspired with the witches to bring even greater evil to us." Pausing for dramatic effect, Magnus' eyes scanned the crowd. "He is not only in league with witches, but with depraved shapeshifte

Unknown POV "I once served as one of Santiago's most trusted men, privy to his innermost secrets. But after defecting to Lorenzo's camp, I became Santiago's marked man. He wanted me dead, and I knew I had to keep moving to stay alive. I am Andro, the one who was regarded as a mad traitor for deflecting to Lorenzo's camp, who had no empire to call his own.

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

I walked to where his lifeless body now lay and emptied out my bullets into his chest and face before throwing my empty gun at the corpse. I turned and looked at my men and Francisco’s men, who were now very focused on what I had to say. “I will find each person that has betrayed me, and I will make sure that they wish they were never born.” I spat in anger. “È una fottuta promessa.” (Italian for “It’s a fūcking promise.”) *Mattias’ POV* “Santoro,” Saul muttered as he carried Isa into my bedroom. “Where would you like her?”

“I’m not defending him!” Conner laughed. “Then what do you mean? Are you trying to tell me that Lev is a good guy and I’m a scumbag?” For a moment, Conner’s gaze changed. His eyes focused and filled with hatred. “He’s just like me. Playing with girls to suck—” Conner stopped to swallow his spit. It seemed he was about to say suck blood, but held it back. “—take advantage of them.” Vero was stunned by Conner’s words and he took the opportunity to raise his hand to her breast and try to remove her bikini. Vero struggled and screamed, hoping someone would come and save her.

The person I thought was my ally had betrayed me, leading me straight back into Bruno's clutches. As we approached the Mafia headquarters, I felt a sense of despair wash over me. I was trapped, with no escape in sight. Bruno's eyes gleamed with triumph as he took me from the traitor, his grip on my arm like a vice. "You should have stayed hidden, Veronica," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "Now, you'll never leave my side again." I struggled against his grasp, but it was no use. I was at his mercy, and I knew he had none. The traitor who had betrayed me stood by, a smug look on his face, as Bruno dragged me back into the depths of the Mafia's lair.

ALESSANDRO “Okay, back to the business at hand,” I stopped all this bird flipping. “Do we have any update on fucking Calvino and what he is doing?” Giovanni grabbed his glass and took a drink. “I have a little bit more detail on the Romano connection to the trafficking.” Giovanni, or the Wolf, as we called him, had an unkeen way of finding out details on everything and everyone. We called him the Wolf because the bastard had the instincts of a wolf. He was highly intelligent, sometimes a loner, dominant, but above all loyal.

a groggy voice said. "Mmmm" I moaned as I reached my dream man’s waistband, my fingers slipped under them. Consciousness reared its ugly head and my eyes flew open in horror as I found myself cozied up next to Gabriel, my hand halfway down his underwear. I pulled my hand out quickly as though I had burnt it on a hot element and I pushed him away from me.

“You’re nothing but a coward, Vincenzo. Afraid to face the truth, afraid to confront your own demons.” As I stood there, my words hanging heavy in the air, a surge of bitterness rose within me. It was a bitter realization, one that cut deeper than any insult he could hurl my way. Vincenzo, the man I had once believed to be my savior, had turned out to be nothing more than a coward—a man afraid to face the truth, afraid to confront his own demons.