Rohan Eomer Novels & Stories

he said this with a teary smile, deepening her smile. Soon after, Rohan began working part-time as a counter boy at a café during his free hours, hoping to earn some decent money. He kept it a secret from Saurabh and his family, knowing exactly how they'd react. When Saurabh eventually found out, he was angry at him. He scolded Rohan, urging him to focus on his studies and not throw away his future over short-term gains but Rohan was stubborn. His reasons ran deeper than money. After a long conversation, they reached a conclusion: Darpan Uncle would offer him a loan, and Rohan would repay it by working at his hospital during his free time. It wasn’t easy, but for Rohan, it was the only way t

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

It was as if she was born for it—to kill. At that moment, Rolanzo knew it was her. She needed someone exactly like her to do dangerous jobs for him. She once saved his life and for the sake of gratitude, he must help her to achieve her own goals as well. Ameira performs for him as he digs for the information she needed. It's a win-win situation. That was also the time he found out about Ameira’s illness. He saw for himself Ameira's demonic personality. Here is all he knows about the maiden, as well as a few basic facts. At the age of twenty-one, she was already a police lieutenant. He was no longer surprised at her skill at wrestling manually.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Like beautiful mannequins that had learned to speak. “Everyone, meet Emery,” Eleanor announced like she was presenting evidence. “Killian's... choice.” A man who looked like an older, softer version of Killian rose from his chair. “Richard Sinclair,” he said, offering his hand. “Killian's father.” “I have said this countless times, I will prefer you say stepfather,” Killian murmured. “Same thing,” Richard replied, but his eyes said otherwise. “Emery.” I shook his hand, noting how quickly he let go. “Nice to meet you.”

Only beasts can do this to their owns. Eren's hand is trembling as those dark memories are flashing in his head. He quickly rubs his eyes and speaks again. "They thought that after all those beatings, I've finally understood and changed into one of them. They changed my name to Erden Roar, just like the surname of their fake one. So their last issue was my face. They didn't want anyone to recognize me and would not risk that I could go back to my life with you." I sniff, swallowing down this sensation climbing up my throat. They are definitely inhuman.

She lied to him. The truth was that Chelsea had been abducted by Meggi’s gang. Meggi belonged to a gang in Europe specialized in undercover crime. This group was hired by Ren to deal with Rohan. He travelled across continents from Asia to Europe to hire this gang. Ren would have used local gangs to deal with Rohan, but he knew who Rohan was very well. Rohan belonged to the underworld, he was friendly to the good, the bad and the ugly. Rohan was a private police detective, operating as a volunteer ghost detective under the FBI department. He spent three years in military school, and could be said to be a trained solider.

“I told you! I’m a mighty American! How dare you still go against me? “Do you think you’re impressive just because you crushed a few Indians?! “Let me tell you something! You’re nothing to us Americans! “As for you accusing me of slander and forging evidence to put you behind bars… “Unless you show some actual proof… A terrible fate awaits for you! “If you lay a finger on me, you’ll be going against the Hoffman family and America! “We’ll sanction Country H for this! Your country will pay a huge price because of your recklessness!” Rohan was getting a little desperate. He only revealed his identity as an American in hopes of crushing Harvey. Usually, those infatuated with outsiders would’ve i

It's not that I'm looking down on Jermaine's strength, as he is also blessed with an Alpha pheromone, but… 'He hasn't used his powers for a long time, even just to pair in a training set. But for Rohan, this is his daily food. He said that Northerners are very good at using their physical strength. I don't doubt that.' “So you decided to show off your stupidity, apparently. Alright then.” Rohan reached into his trouser pocket, then he took out his gloves. He threw it in front of Jermaine's pointy shoes. “You will beg under my feet and have your entire kingdom kneel to me, bastard!” Jermaine huffed and puffed as if he had just done an intense workout.

The groans of the injured echoed faintly against the marble walls. And in the middle of it, him. Nolan. Standing tall, chest heaving, blood soaking his shirt. His eyes were still sharp, searching the room as though he refused to let his guard down even now. He was tending to a few who are wounded. He was taking care of them, making sure that they were all right. He was helping out with lifting anything that was heavy. But I saw it. The way his left shoulder hung wrong. The deep gash along his collarbone, still dripping. He was doing his best not to show, but I knew that it hurts him. I had seen the way the rogue bit him.