Romans & histoires Raze X Killjoy

I sweetly cooed, the stark opposite to the brevity of my threat. “I am gay,” Kai deadpanned. “Yet it didn’t stop you from wearing them and fooling around with Ryder and Jax. You wanna see the pictures ?” I teased with a giggle. God, I loved it when the tables turned. “You won’t dare,” they gritted out. “Try me,” I sassed. "Go and die, Joy Stone !!” Kai yelled. “She can’t die, dude,” Jax replied with all seriousness. Since when did he become such a good brother ? “Zombies can't die !” he added and I swear steam blew out of my ears and nose as they laughed and high fived each other with teasing hoots.

"I accept." He drops the flare. I scream. But he doesn't drop it on the gas. He drops it into a puddle of mud away from the tree. It hisses and dies, plunging the clearing back into semi-darkness, lit only by the flashlights of the Reaper guards. "Cut her down," Kyros orders one of his men. The Reaper slices Zara’s bonds. She slumps forward, catching herself on the tree. She looks at me, sobbing silently.

Raze's POV The lights on the living room are off as we slowly move our way out of the door. "Raze, it's too dark..." I heard Joy whisper and I swear all the hair at the back of my neck stood up. She sounded sexy. This girl is really testing my self-control. "Arrgggh!" I cover Joy's mouth after she accidentally shrieked when she tripped over Mono’s shoes. That dude. Why are his shoes behind the couch anyway?

I enjoyed reveling in Joy’s fury and stream of curses that came out of her uncontrollably nerdy, unfiltered mouth but I was not prepared for my neanderthal of a mate’s next move when he flung me on his shoulders and marched towards the quarters where our room was. So possessive. Grrrrr. I was just joking ! “Fuck you, Dre ! I am going to kill you if you even think of touching HIM, you motherfuckinpieceofworthlesscuntlickingdegeneratesackofballessbastardprobingbitchsuckingshit,” Joy shouted while throwing her fists in the air for effect. Wow ! Joy’s arsenal of cuss words still blew me away, inspite of hearing it so many times. Is that why Alpha Zoe invested so much in her education so that she

“Rorr, this will only make her hate you more than before!” “She won’t.” Rory looked out the window with a faint smirk hanging by his lips. “Now that Blair is dead, the effects of the Necro Poison have expired. We just need to bide our time and sooner or later, she will forget about him. After we destroy X, I will take her back to me.” Adam tried his best to advise him, “She’s not going to let you do that. Also, the people at X are not going to stand idly and let you destroy them. If you do this, both sides are going to suffer.”

The gastroscopy results showed that after strict treatment and careful recuperation, my inflammation and ulcers had significantly improved and no longer fell within the range of precancerous lesions. I walked out of the hospital into clear, bright sunshine. I changed my phone number and blocked everyone connected to Myra. With part of the money I recovered, I paid a down payment for a modest but bright, comfortable apartment near my workplace. I discarded all my old clothes and ordered several well-tailored suits. After handling everything, I logged back into my game account and deleted or gave away all the flashy outfits, mounts, and effects to strangers, keeping only the simplest appearanc

Faces of lost children. --- Riots erupted. But not out of fear—out of clarity. The people took to the streets, not in chaos, but in purpose. Jayce watched them, tired but proud. Naomi: “We didn’t save the empire.” Jayce: “No. We exposed it.” Eli whispered, “And now we build something honest.” --- Final Scene: A mass graveyard outside the city. Jayce carved a name into a new stone. “Tobias Vale – Ghost. Father of None. Maker of Shadows.”

He barely got the words out, holding onto himself until he felt her body give in to its release. The explosion was intense, the climax gripping him and shaking him like a leaf in the wind. Beneath him, plastered to his body, Lexie took the wild ride with him. They shuddered together as spasms racked them, spinning out into a black-velvet void, cartwheeling in an explosion of fireworks until the very last of the tremors had died away. Little by little, Killian came back to himself, his breathing evening out. The silence in the room was broken only by the raspy sounds as they both drew air into their lungs.