Reno X Rude Novels & Stories

The accent was quite arrogant and rude type but instead of being angry at his accent she was surprised that he was talking to her. “What is your name?” She asked in a tone full of enthusiasm and happiness. “I get irritated by frivolous and stupid questions.” He spoke in his typical arrogant tone. “This savage doesn't even know how to talk; he doesn't even know that respect for women is something.” She kept thinking, and while he was drinking coffee, he became indifferent to her again. He didn't even ask her who she was and what she was doing in such a terrible jungle. It was as if he were absolutely careless, if she was, well, if she wasn't, that's fine.

“Always ready to bleed for someone. Try bleeding with me for once.” Cain slammed in deeper. Saxon gasped. Cain bent low, lips to his ear. “You want blood?” He bit his own lip, hard, until it spilled. Then kissed Saxon with the taste of iron. They both broke. Came. Collapsed. Not as two halves—but one fucking battlefield. — 2:00 A.M. Elsewhere Rena slipped out of her heels and lit a cigarette as she watched the final video upload render. She didn’t send it.

Ren made soft moaning sounds as his body slowly began to relax. I need to flip him onto his stomach to wipe his back. Ren’s body was still very hot to the touch, his fever has not yet broken. Using all the force that I could muster, I managed to flip Ren onto his stomach. If I thought that the sight of his naked back would be any less amazing than the front of his torso, I was so wrong. Even his back was amazingly sculpted with ripped muscles. Being a trade and a traveler must be harder than I ever imagined if it made them have a body as fit as this.

“You’re a bed everyone’s shared. A scandal wrapped in silk. A woman men use, not the kind they build kingdoms with.” Aura’s face flushed crimson, her fists clenching at her sides. Could he be aware of her activities with the taxi driver? she wondered. “Careful, Khalid,” she hissed. “You’ll regret speaking to me that way.” He stepped closer, his voice a low growl. “No. The only regret I have is that I let you near me at all.” For once, Aura had no clever retort. Her lips trembled with suppressed fury as she spun on her heel and stormed out, the echo of her heels sharp against the marble.

I added, closing the subject then turned back to my tablet, the cool glass smooth under my red nails. "They're the Thorne brothers?" Felix said. His fingers moved fast on his own screen. "Wow!! He has a brother." I smiled softly, intrigued but no warmth touched my face. Just a spark of interest on my next target stirred inside me. "An identical twin brother," he said. He did not smile back, his voice sounding as if it's a problem. I looked at him harder, searching his face. Something in his eyes made my skin prickle. "Damien Thorne and Xander Thorne," he went on. "It says here that they're known for their notorious and ruthless nature. They are very discreet in their business deals and..." H

we both shouted at the same time. “Rut,” I breathed out. “You’re rutting too?” River asked, looking at me like I was stupid. “I should be asking your stupid ass that!” I snapped. “It’s in two days.” “Fuck! Me too. Damn… no wonder,” River said, leaning back against the desk. He looked relieved. “No wonder we’re imagining things about Rex. We’re starting to rut. Rut sure makes you hallucinate.” “Exactly,” I said, trying to convince myself. “Rex has always been cold from the beginning. He always does the most even when he isn’t trying. It’s just the hormones messing with our heads. Rex is just Rex. He isn’t some almighty God or something.”

Anaya and Lucia were happy when they heard about Celestine's pregnancy and that their master had found her. Damien was restless. This matter was turning into another direction. A dark smile crept on his lips. Who was he? Damien Romano- the most ruthless and evil person in underworld and business world. For Celestine he had turned soft but it was time to show the real demon, sleeping inside him. He left his study and walked towards opposite direction which lead to the room where Athena was.

“First, you don’t get to joke over issues as delicate as this, and second…” “Hell no, bro,” Renz interrupted almost too quickly, his eyes lighting up. “There’s no way I’m joking with this. How can I pull out such words if I’m not certain? She’s beautiful and perfect. Didn’t you see those stunning eyes? Her curves? Goddess…” “Renz,” I shot out almost immediately, my voice rising more than normal, and he snapped out of his silly fantasies, sensing my irritation and anger.

Elena’s POV I looked down despite myself, and that’s when I saw them. His six-pack was outlined with insulting clarity under his tight t-shirt. You could see every muscle move with the rhythm of his breathing—a piece of precision machinery radiating the scent of leather, rubber, and skin heated by adrenaline. It was a flat-out insult to my self-control. Renzo let out a muffled laugh, rolling his nicotine gum between his teeth. "So, Parisian? Are you taking inventory, or do you want me to sign an autograph on my abs for you?"

, he answered politely. Another Journalist asked, “Mr. Rockstar… you have beaten up a person so harshly that he was about to near to his death…!.. How you clarify this…!...”. Ryan was frustrated. He somehow control himself, “Well… I will only say … that I am just a normal human being… I also get angry at many things and at many times… that time I cannot control myself… and sometimes we can’t capable to hold the annoyance…”. Another question by another media person, “Ryan sir,….About you it is said that… the great artist you are, the more arrogant and ruthless you are!.. Is it true about you…?...”.