Roy Mustang Vs Lust Novels & Stories

" Edward furiously said, increasing his voice. For a moment, both men shone at one another as if they were going to start a cockfight. Joaquin gritted his teeth as rage coursed through his veins, which are now evident on his neck and forehead, and Edward's jaw tightened as he clenched his hand. They both tremble with rage.

Teagan's POV It was the claiming ceremony day, our claiming ceremony day. It would be best described as her claiming ceremony because she was the one claiming me. I didn't want her but the Moon Goddess had chosen her as my mate. My mate was no other one than the destructive Lorenzo Nolan. She possessed this power that made men tremble in front of her. Though she loved me and she was always fighting for my love no matter what she did, I would never reciprocate her love.

I let out a groan, but Lust only presses me into the wall. “You see that, Rome?” He screams in my face. “You may be the Lycan King, but when I get angry I am more powerful! Do not mess with me! What is this nonsense with you and the Queen? Why have suddenly retracted from her?” I smirk through the pain. “Why does my sex life infuriate you this much? You have a crush on me or what?” I am pulled off the wall and smashed into it again. Pain shoots into my head this time, and darkness crawls around my vision. At the force, the building shakes. It seems Lust has really gotten stronger, or maybe it is his anger as he had said.

I should be the one to go crazy here, but instead, I feel entirely depleted, drained of every inch of energy. “Location shows an industrial area … go over the Oakland Bay Bridge,” Axel directs. “Hurry,” I scream anxiously. “We’ll find them, bro,” D-Boy says, putting his hand on my shoulder. “Woof!” Jinx yaps from the seat between us, as if he agrees. “So, Lee took the Rolls?” Axel asks carefully. Jackson must be upset. His customized Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail is his favorite roadster. None of us is even allowed to drive the black monster.

I said. “Is that his most expensive car?” he asked as Larson laughed. “No, his expensive car is the Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail,” I answered. “Are you serious?” he asked loudly. “Yes, you see, before he settled down, he had a thing for ambushing weak packs and getting all they owned,” I answered simply.

With Rosealba still glued against the wall, Dryatan gave her head a light pat, brushing a finger against his lower lip. *********** Rosealba stood before her car—the Bugatti La Voiture Noire that exceeded effortless power. She glared at the car. “This is too big, Drystan.” Drystan looked around, feigning ignorance. “What is too big, my love?” Rosealba nudged at the car. Drystan glanced at it for a few seconds. “You mean… this is too big?” He nudged slightly at the sleek black beast, raising a brow.

"Are you sure? It could just be a truck." "It’s a black SUV. No plates. I saw it under the last streetlight." Lucian shifted gears, the engine revving higher. "Silas didn't just want to scare us out of the apartment. He wanted to flush us out into the open. He wants us on the road." "What do we do?" Elara asked, gripping the dashboard. "The cabin road," Lucian asked. "Is it paved?" "No. It’s dirt. Steep. Winding." "Good," Lucian said, a dangerous glint entering his eyes. "Because this Mustang has 400 horsepower of raw American steel, and that SUV is relying on traction control."

It was her home and peaceful stay. She came down taking all the luggages, one by one and saw the men were coming. Just how impatient Sebastian was! As they saw she was coming, they took her luggages and with no struggle, they went downstairs as if the luggages had no weight. As she came down, she saw a rolls royce standing nearby and she went there. One of the men opened the door for her as she got inside. Sebastian was already sitting on the other corner inside the luxurious car. He didn't say anything and Stacy just kept quiet since she felt extremely sad.

“That’s so kind of you. I’d like to see that happen. I believe that Hugh’s marketability has risen in recent years so it should be a pricey possession.” Anton pushed his cause further, “Well, I’ll sell my collection of toys if only for the opportunity to put into my room a painting of my dream crush baring her soul.” Margie actually found that not corny. “I expect Hugh to be poetic but not you!” It turned out that both of them like cow meat and so they devoured the finest beef steak in town. While having chocolate dessert and iced cold beer for wind-up, Anton’s phone rang. It was Rachel, “Hey, Anton. I wonder if Hugh informed you where he’s going tonight. I’ve been contacting him. He’s not a

I needed a drink badly to quench the thirst and anger that burnt in my chest. I switched the gear and twisted the steering wheel as I swerved into town. I drove around looking for a particular grocery store to visit but to no avail. I arrived at a traffic light and applied the brakes. An old rusty Mustang with two heavily bearded men parked beside it. They wore nothing on top but black singlets. The one seated on the passenger seat stared at the Audi and winked at me. "Nice vehicle, son," he complimented. "Thanks," I said, faking a smile.