Selfish Yonkagor Novels & Stories

The women around him are extremely beautiful. Debra, Yvonne, and the others were enraged when they felt Yonny's gaze. Dax was headstrong. How could he have put up with Yonny's mockery? "You are just stealing other people's powers; who are you to criticize us?" he yelled. 'D*mn it. Yonny is so despicable. He hid at the side during the war. Now that it's over, he came out to gloat. How did he become an elder? He's such a disgrace to the Wudang Sect.'

This was going to be more unpleasant than I had initially assumed. “No! I want to see him here! If I'm giving out my money to lowlifes like you I want to look you in the eye!” He hedged, turning his nose up in disgust as I smiled, the thinly veiled insult barely denting my patience. I had to remember I was doing this for the pack. Or the spoilt wolf Alpha would have lost his head a long time ago. Baron Yaga wanted to make us all grovel and beg for the alms. I could see it in the self-righteous smirk on his sweaty face.

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' those words kept repeating until Taika stated to feel dizzy. Taika: " You... you... You know what, You are so selfish as a mosquito! Your entire family is also selfish! I request for a new assistant right now!" Taika placed her foots on the bare ground which was not balance but due to her strong spirit she wasn't going to give up that easily, she had to hunt for food no matter what.

Yukio took the piggy bank, now a frightened child hiding from everyone, carrying the piggy bank while Aya, Yuselso, Ankit, and the creditors chased him. "It's mine, it's mine, it's mine..." He whimpered, squeezing the piggy bank in his hands. The piggy bank slips from his hands and falls to the floor, then winks and speaks: "I don't belong to you anymore." The piggy bank turns into Sotomayor, looks at him defiantly, hugs his lover, an unknown and faceless man... "No!" He sat on his bed, sweaty. "It's just another nightmare!... Again!..."

Madam Hathaway knocked her cane on the floor angrily. Yuna shook. “I’m sorry—” “You’re sorry? It’s too late now that Yorrick is in this state.” Madam Hathaway looked up with tears in her eyes. “Yuna, I know you started with good intentions, but you were too selfish with Yorrick. You didn’t give him a chance to breathe. Controlling him isn’t the way to show love. You need to learn to let go. He’s a 37-year-old man and not a 3-year-old child anymore.”

Yoren’s wolf spirit roared—not with sound, but with a crushing pressure that made his bones ache from the inside. Yoren lowered his head. His shoulders tensed. He felt as though he were being struck by himself. The vicious cycle returned—fear triggered the roaring, and the roaring triggered fear. The more he resisted, the tighter the pressure bound him. Ruth stepped half a pace closer to Yoren. “Alpha.” Yoren raised a hand, signalling to Ruth to stop. He stood still for a moment. Several seconds passed in heavy silence. Finally, in a quiet, tired-sounding voice, Yoren said. “Tell Paige to meet me in the donor room.”

“Hulk Hank! Why?! Why is this happening?! Is it because we’re not giving enough money?!” Hulk’s expression had turned as dark as night. He observed Harvey and then immediately scolded furiously after seeing that he was still behaving nonchalantly. “You damn fool! Nobody’s stopping you if you want to look for death! “But how dare you even try to provoke this lord?! You’re all actually just looking to die!” “Is he really that special?” Yonathan was unwilling to believe. “He’s just an abandoned master from our family, just a retired soldier! What is he even capable of doing?!”

Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in. At the center of the room, a man with perfect muscles and fat ass moved around the pole with smooth control. His almost naked body spun around the pole as he blended with the slow music. Stygian himself watched the guy as he moved with slow and practiced confidence. Sitting carelessly on the velvet sofa, nothing concerned him with the dude between his legs, sucking his cock. His focus was on the stage because that was where all the pleasure came from. Some of his acquaintances sat on other sofas, close enough to see the stage but far enough to distance themselves from Derek Stygian’s sin, as they usually call it.