Spicy Chapters In King Of Greed Mga Nobela at Kwento

This space at least bore some kind of warmth—carpets and soft leather furniture, books lining the walls—even if it was a heavy, weighted sort of warmth that felt far from cozy. Marco reclined on a massive armchair by a cold fireplace in the corner. His feet propped on a coffee table, and a glass of wine lingered in his long fingers. Fingers, I remembered, that had once saved lives with surgical tools, needles, medicine. Just as mine did. But that Marco had died months ago. This Marco was an entirely different beast. A king, lounging on his throne, awaiting an audience. And that audience was me. “Ah, Layla.” Marco didn’t rise from his chair. Why would he; he was the king and I was but a lowly

The first rat didn’t even run. He lounged behind a seafood stall in Alfama, puffing a cheap cigarette, bragging into his burner phone about how the “King” wouldn’t dare show himself in public anymore. He didn’t notice my shadow until my boot shattered his knee sideways with a pop like cracking lobster shells. He shrieked, I silenced it by grabbing his jaw and slamming his skull against the wall. “Talk,” I hissed, my thumb pressed so deep into his throat he sputtered foam instead of words.

Dead bodies. Scrambling back, I skate over soft limbs and rotten flesh, the jagged edges of sharp bones jabbing into me as I press back against the base of the hole. With each alarmed breath I drag in, the horrid smell of decaying bodies consumes my senses, my stomach heavy as a result. Leaning over, I throw up profusely, gagging at the disturbing taste burning in my throat. Everything I've thrown up is thick and black, pooling on the dirt in such a way I have to turn, squeezing my eyes shut.

“What’s your deal? You get off on scaring girls or something?” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “I get off on results. Your father fucked my club over bad. People died because of his greed. Keeping you here reminds him what real loss feels like. But you…” He paused, eyes flicking to my mouth. “You’re quieter than I expected. Most bitches would be screaming by now.” “I’m not most bitches,” I fired back, shifting in the seat. The movement made my wet folds slide together and I bit my lip to hold back a small sound.

“What… what is this? What am I seeing?” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My tongue felt heavy, my words stuck in my throat. Heat flared in my cheeks as i tried to speak, i wanted to explain, but it sounded ridiculous even in my head. “I… I can’t… it’s not…it’s not what it looks like.. i promise.. Seb—“ Sebastian took a step forward, eyes blazing. “Did you sleep with someone? On the day of our wedding? Isabella, is this how you’re going to humiliate me?”

"How did he wake up? Curses!" He growled, his face twisted with frustration and anger. "Didn't the doctors say there was barely any hope? Those so-called specialists are all useless!" His original plan had been flawless! He would use Nina and the child in her stomach to secure the inheritance on Hugh's side first, then use the excuse of handling both families to slowly take over Hugh's assets. But now, Hugh had not only woken up, but his return in such a dominant way also meant that all of Shawn's plans had become useless!

I spit in his face. His face squeezes as the slimy substance drips to his nose. A man with full, black hair curses as he rises from his chai, prepared to smack me across the face. But Greed shakes his head in disapproval. “Stop it, Wrath.” Greed tells him. “Let me handle her.” Wrath? Greed finishes cleaning the spit off his face. “You call me evil? The real evil is your King, Cotton ball.” “SHUT UP!” I scream.

Chapter 72: A Part of Me Draco’s P.O.V: 4 years later… “Dominico has sent his regards last night,” Gabriele opened the suitcase to reveal an array of gold bars. “The new club is performing well. He expects to double his consumer list by the end of this year.” “Tell him he can keep twenty percent of the profit from now on.” I nodded for Riccardo to take away the suitcase. “If there isn’t anything else planned today, then I’d like to retire early.”

I'm starving. The first bite has kick. With my heritage it's not hard to eat the spicy chili. It surprises me that the lily-ass gringos can handle it. "Fucking bullshit is what this is," one of the men shouts. He comes out of his chair and shoves it back so hard, it tumbles across the floor.

" Ralph immediately began enthusiastically introducing the other penthouses to him. I watched their exchanges as they went back and forth with each other, feeling a wave of nausea and disgust pooling in my stomach. I'd felt this nausea and disgust far too many times over the years. However, it felt particularly intense today. Kerry seemed oblivious to my increasingly cold expression. She just walked around the room excitedly with great interest, looking around and touching every surface she could. She walked to the second bedroom, peeked in through the door, and said earnestly to Mitchell, "Mitchie, I think that this room could be converted into my studio!