روايات وقصص ضمن Protagonista Desvergonzado

That man was the Underboss of the Calvettis' rival family. The image was unclear and the audio had been processed, but the content clearly accused me of selling family secrets and leaking the Calvetti family's transport routes. Domenico's body went rigid. The temperature around him seemed to plummet. He whipped his head around and stared at me, his eyes burning with murderous intent. "Lucia! You betrayed me?" The woman's profile in the video made her look similar to me, but her movements were stiff. It was obviously edited together afterward. However, looking at his furious face, I knew any explanation would be useless.

After that, Jack felt guilty, and Lauren became crazy. She believed that Jack's lover was the one who planned the whole thing. She went to Jack’s lover’s door to look for her. In the end, Jack’s lover used sulfuric acid and a fire to destroy Lauren’s face.

He didn't cover himself and my heart began to pound as my eyes involuntarily darted downward. He was massive. His huge cock hung heavy between his thighs and the sheer size of it made a cold sweat break out across my neck. "Get away from me," I hissed, my voice raw and shaking, though I tried to make it sound as sharp as a dagger. "Put some clothes on, you arrogant freak." Vergil took a slow, deliberate step toward me. He didn't have a single scratch on him. Everyone knew Vergil as a ruthless warrior yet His skin was as unblemished as a new born.

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

The traitor had long been keeping her mask on in front of me and was enjoying the pleasure of seeing me in pain, seeing me suffer from the misfortune caused by her, my very own best friend. My thoughts were cut by the chatters of the approaching individuals. I instinctively hid behind the shadow of darkness in one corner, and lend my ears to the ones speaking. "The oblates are ready. Serti will surely be pleased with her," announced the familiar voice. I peeked to see Juliet wearing her black, V-shaped, dress. The man she was talking with was none other than Mr. Valmier. My eyes narrowed to the man my uncle trusted. He knew my best friend–my traitor's best friend! What was his connection to

“She won’t even remember.” My vision blacked for a second. That filthy audacity. Rolex. Of course it was him. One of Zargov’s most pathetic lapdogs. Always high on arrogance, low on brains. The kind of guy who couldn’t get a woman unless she was unconscious. He's pathetic, he doesn't know how to unravel a woman…how to make her cry pleasurably and beg desperately. I didn’t bother knocking. I swung myself through the window like a fucking demon.

His every touch burns me and leaves me thinking maybe he’s right which only makes me hate him with every fibre of my being. But he forgot that I made a promise too. The day he locked me in his cage I promised him that I’d make him beg on his knees and at the end of this nightmare I’d wake up with a smile on my face. __ ANTONIO Ruthless. Monster. I am the monster nightmares are made of. The part of me that was human died a long time ago and now I live for vengeance and blood of my enemy. My name is enough to bring my enemies to their knees. I’m the real villain walking among the innocents. There’s nothing and no-one that would stop me from getting the blood that I was owed.

He said the last few words in a bitter tone. "You and what comes with you were paid for with my honor and my dignity. I paid through the nose for a little mistake." He tugged at the low neckline of her gown roughly, pulling it down under her belly, exposing her naked breasts. She screamed in horror. "Well." He smirked, his eyes glinting with malice. "At least you're a good fuck." Then he bent down and claimed her mouth again.

Helena cursed. "We were so close at finally punishing that bastard Xavier. I would've killed him if he agreed to take the punished. Cursed those stupid rules, him still being alive shows us how weak we are. We now have two abomination walking free among our midst." Cortez slammed his hand smashing the table into two.

He had repeatedly denied it, but Verasco still regarded him as Zever or with the full name Zeveron Issaco Witson. [In my eyes you are still Zever. My poor Zever.] "I'm not Zever! Stop thinking of me that way." Theo snapped strongly. Unconsciously making someone flinch with his loud voice. Theo sighed. Even if they had the same face, Verasco should have been able to tell that their personalities were far different. Theo tended to be rude, stubborn, rebellious and other negative things lodged within him. Zever, on the other hand, would not even lift his head to look at a stranger. Why then, was it so hard for Verasco to accept Theo's existence like the middle-aged man wished Zever was always t