Reckless Renegades Merigold's Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

"now give me my daughter back." "Whatever, take her, I just care about money and nothing else. Oh yeah! I want Ian also I don't know what he sees in a bitch like you." Fiona said and began to count the money with a huge smile of greed on her face. I ignored the gold digger and took my daughter in my arms, who cried her heart on my shoulder. I so badly wanted to shoot the pitch for kidnapping and hurting my daughter but I held myself back because Ian is coming with the cops.

“Greed, causing a public unrest in some places where General Catalina had surveyed to have gold and diamonds. The rogues just want to kill a thousand if the king’s army to revenge for their fallen heroes on the other hand they'd allow him to be packing some of the diamond.” “Hmm… make it more clear. You seems to be confusing me.” I sat on the chair rubbing my temple. She cleared her throat and paused for a while before she answered me. This time her voice was low and soft. “I meant he's trying to create some wealth to himself by causing a public unrest. Gold and diamonds were discovered in Ruby’s pack. The rogues are lovers of gold but aren't civilized with diamonds. He struck a deal with th

There was a hush and I glared at him, daring him to object. “One thousand,” I muttered and dropped the bag of gold coins on the table. “Wait! I want her too. I bid 2000,” a gentle man said, stepping forward and placing the bag of coins on the table. I turned to look at him, he didn't seem familiar. He must be from another province. I ignored him and grinned, muttering under my breath "What's life without a little bit of competition?" I could hear the crowd murmuring "He's bidding with the rogue king?"

Dee interrupted, leaning in close, "he wouldn't have killed a man with his bare hands for planning to hurt your brother." Maya went completely still. A slow, icy chill crept straight up her spine, freezing the blood in her veins. "What... what are you talking about?" Dee leaned further across the table, resting her forearms against the wood as her voice dropped to an intense whisper. "Before Zane ever built Meridian, it was just a dirty little collection business owned by the exact same man he used to work for, the one with the belt, named Reggie." She spat the name out with raw disgust.

I screech the very moment my hunting boots slam past the wooden frame of the solar door. Mirelle Voss is holding a leather ledger book, counting the secret blood gold coins we smuggled into the overseas rogue packs, so her jaw drops open as she snaps back with absolute impatience, "My ears already know your spirit despises his face. Do your small brains think my own beast enjoys looking at his silver eyes? My tongue told your mind before, our line must wait patiently for a perfect hunting opportunity to make his boots slip on the mountain trails."

"What is wrong with you? No guilt? No remorse? No tears?" "Crying won't make me any more sorry." I shrugged. "Plus the whole crying thing isn't for me. I don't like eye leakage." The guy laughed. "Maybe she should be the leader of this group." "Alright, wise guy, you go next." Nelson stated "Name." "Reno. I'm a gambling addict." I laughed. "Your parents named you Reno and expected you not to gamble?" He laughed with me and ran his fingers through his charcoal colored hair. "That's exactly what I said."

The people witnessed the depth of their love as they confessed their love not only by lips but by their shining eyes as well, many envied them, many wished to be like them and many wished the best got their king and queen. Who has ever thought, the innocent slave will become a rogue's most prized treasure, his queen? His love, his mate. His one and only. THE END. ______________________________________ next stories.

Michelle Morripin – The Lone Wolf Snow piled in my hair as I wandered through the black forest, each step sinking into the soaked ground. The cold was a constant reminder of everything I had lost. Everything that had been taken from me. My name was no longer spoken in Neveryth. I was nothing more than a shadow, a wolf without a pack, a mistake meant to be forgotten. When I was exiled years ago, I was too young to fight against the decrees of Glen J. Baker, the Alpha who ruled the region.

Spinning on his heel, he stormed out of the study, the door shuddering in its frame as he slammed it behind him. In the hallway, he paused to collect himself, rubbing his temples against the pounding migraine building there. His hands clenched impotently at his sides. For now he was his father's prisoner, condemned to uphold this profane tradition of ownership and sexual bondage in the guise of marriage. But soon enough, he vowed, glaring towards the study doors, the shackles would transfer to Rothchild's own wrists. This indignity was merely the spark that would ignite his defiance - and the old man's downfall.

Coming from a poor background, everyone in Carl Humphry's circle assumes I'm a gold digger. Especially his best friend, Miriam Briggs. She claims she used to be one herself, so she knows my kind all too well. Desperate to prove them wrong, I spend three years with Carl without accepting a single expensive gift. Miriam just scoffs. "She says no, but deep down, she's just waiting for the man to make the first move and offer her something better. It's the classic play-hard-to-get routine." Then comes Carl's birthday. I've saved up for six months to buy him a watch. As I approach the private room, I hear Miriam laughing inside. "I told you she'd buy something pricey. Classic gold-digger mo