Selfish Yonkagor Novels & Stories

Another thing that made this all seem surreal was that I was in zero pain yet I could still feel the poison moving about in my veins. Khai was really irritated by me, I could tell. I guess I was acting like a loser, all I did was whine and cry and never do anything. What was I doing to save myself? Nothing. How pathetic. Did Yaga give me this chance to give it up so easily? No. she let me live for a reason I am the Sun Wolf. I have a purpose greater than the sun itself. I had to save myself somehow. Maybe if I humbled myself and prayed-

"They'll be overjoyed." In the Dixon headquarters… Yohan sat in his revolving chair, a cigarette in one hand and an old photograph of the orphanage in the other. His white shirt had its sleeves half-folded, and on his opposite wrist, a golden watch gleamed. A prominent tattoo adorned his arm. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his broad chest and a shimmering gold chain. Yohan, it seemed, was nature's attempt at creating the world's first and last handsome man. There was a restrained volcano in his eyes, with red and heavy eyes fixed on the smiling girl in the photograph— the one he had chosen to run away from the orphanage to find.

After being reprimanded by his precious daughter, he lost his original temper, and it was replaced with a childlike grievance. Yahiko was not very happy when he heard Nanako asking him to blow out the candles. He threw a childish tantrum and grunted, “I don’t want to blow out the candles! My fiftieth birthday is such an important birthday, but I have to be carried up on the plane in the end. It’s simply too sloppy and perfunctory!”

When Theon himself told me it was over… it made clear all I was to him: A simple pass time. I couldn’t just sit here doing nothing, but then why did I feel like I didn’t want to do anything but wallow? "Well even if you want to! You can’t." I told myself, sitting up and taking a deep breath. "I am Yileyna De'Lacor, and I am not going to let a man make me lose sight of my goals."

“Until I stole it from him.” “So what?” Jonah licks his upper teeth. He’d spit, I think, if some part of his sense of civility didn’t stop him. “Do you want me to thank you for sending so many people to their grave because of your little argument with this … What’s his name? Yannick Grachev?” He’s so fucking smug that it takes everything in me not to grab him by his stupid tie and beat him bloody. “For a man who gets off on telling people what to do, you should listen more.”

Alpha Yagos ( So what do you think of them Otis? ) [ well they definitely seem to be serious about getting in on the action and by the Goddess those girls they brought did things to me! did you see how nice and brown they all are? like caramel just waiting to be licked and swallowed ] ( I think I'm gonna take the risk you know ) [ what risk Jonathan? ] ( of my mate killing me for taking and touching another woman! ) I can't help but laugh and shake my head [ I am almost tempted to do the same my friend, just almost but we shall see, by the way where is the money? ] ( I will ask the guys to bring it for us, I don't think it came out of the van ) I watch as his eyes frost over and we both wait