Sasuke Drip Novels & Stories

I glared. He coughed, gasping for air. His Adam's apple bobbing in fear, my blade nicking his skin, letting a trickle of blood drip down his throat. “Am I clear?” I questioned. “Y...Yes… Kitsune.” he stammered. I snorted and put my blade away. “Pussy.” I scoffed, walking away, letting the weak bastard sink to the ground, holding his throat.

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

"Winnie, what did I do?" She kicked him down the stairs, then stood at the top and watched him bleed. Her expression did not change. "Daniel, you killed Jordan. You were only ever a blood match for him. He's gone. What use are you to me now?" Daniel opened his mouth, stunned. Winona already held the whip. She struck him 999 times. By the end, his voice was gone. She ordered her staff to bring out the Tibetan mastiff, the one that ate raw meat. It smelled the blood from across the courtyard and strained against its leash.

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.