Sinister West Greene Novels & Stories

There were two men standing on either side of him. The name of that man was Weston Hill who was a heartless mafia who ruled not only New York but the whole world. He was a business man but everyone knew that he was a don of the underworld. Weston looked very handsome. His height is 6feet 1 inch. The color of his eyes was dark blue but no one had the courage to look into his eyes. Because the more handsome he looked, the more dangerous he was. Weston said in his cold voice .." Deal Cancel".

"I didn't want to. I would regret it, and that's the last thing I want. " Sinclair says nothing after those words. Just watch me with a strange expression on his face, and I take the time to let my eyes drink him in. He's in grey sweatpants that hang low on his hips with his chest naked. My eyes move across the inked skin and the impulse to meander my hand across it burns in me. "You're fucking with me, Little Greene. " Sinclair hisses, and I lift my head at his words; my thighs clenching at the fierce look on his face. God, the things that look do to me.

She said. Ember ran to the study, and took a pen from Axle's table, and she tore a piece of paper from a boom that was in the study. "Yes, I do." She said. "Green rich east, bronze street 595 on the last floor of the building. You better come alone. Maybe I might change my mind." She said, and she hung up the call. She knew what Catherine was capable of, but she didn't know that she was capable of hurting her husband. She knew where Green Rich East was. It was a place with a lot of abandoned buildings. Only homeless people and drug dealers were found there. So it was the perfect place to take someone hostage because nobody would find them.

"Your rights? You conspired to get me killed. How are you so justified for your actions?" "Whoa! What did you say you studied in college? I can see that you know the laws of the land like the back of your hands. Despite that, it seems you know little of my abilities, both within the country and beyond. I am Nathan Greene, and any sh*t goes how I want it." He grabbed her closer and whispered in her ears. "Even the mayor of New York can do no shit if I want to fuck him!" "That’s better, you asshole!"

And whispered since we are here in the area of ​​humans, "If there is a wolf monster in Undergrove, it is an Alpha wolf. Black and Large!" And when we moved away from each other, we were surprised by Madame Hale's white dress that first caught my eye on our side. When I looked up at him, he was holding his waist with both hands raising his brows at us. He scolded, "Stop talking, just do your work, witches!" I wince and slowly face the flower decoration that Siena and I are currently working on, so was Siena.

To date, he doesn't know her main reason why she doesn't want him dead but he's going to do his part of the deal to his satisfaction and if he doesn't survive then he's to be blamed for having weak immune. Greg Jonas smile as he use his left hand to squeeze and pinch the nipple of one of the naked ladies. "Aw., that's hurt Daddy" the girl moaned for Greg to turn her over making the others giggle. Damien didn't expect any obstructions as he was fully focused on laying his hands on Theo, that bastard touching his wife. The red Bentley drove fast In the cold night of New York City, “Get set, boss has given his orders, he's going to the west. Red Bentley " one of the men on black said on the pho

Beneath the mask, the girl's face was unreadable, there was no hint of apprehension on her face, today, the eldest miss of the Kingston family would surely fall into her hands. There was a reason why the road was called devil's lane, although it was the only route leading to Grove city, it was a path where most people would not dare take, anyone dumb enough to do so would end up in the hands of robbers and several assassin's lurking behind the shadows, it was said to be the camp of the most notorious mercenary group in Green city, 'The undead'

​The blueprints for the Westside project lay scattered on the floor, forgotten white-on-blue lines of a future city that felt infinitely less real than the heat of Matthias’s skin. The silence of the executive suite, usually so sterile and absolute, was now fractured by the ragged sound of our breathing. In the dim, amber glow of the city lights filtering through the glass, the power dynamics of Smith Inc. had dissolved into something primal and dangerous.

The beast shifted in a blur of bone and muscle, transforming into a tall, broad-shouldered male clad in the dark leather armor of the Greystone Pack Holdings. It wasn't an Enforcer. Standing in the ruined doorway, a vicious, bloodthirsty smile spreading across his scar-pattered face, was Evander Greystone himself. Behind him stood Lucan Blackmoor, his hands dripping with fresh, dark wolf blood. "Well, well," Evander purred, his deep voice echoing off the stone walls as he looked from Felix's paralyzed body on the floor up to my frozen form. "It seems the little human bitch did our work for us."

Serious look and deliberately silly behavior. “I represent the Western lands here,” the dark one answered. “Yes, what did I say?” - Whats up? Venira got down to business. There was no point in playing a lady in front of Lester. He didn't hear that from her. -How rough! - snarled the redhead. “Your…uh…companion is about to kill me with a look.” Do you happen to know why I did not please him? I don't remember this face. “I don’t know, maybe he doesn’t like traitors?”