Sylvester Stallone Novels & Stories

After hearing the Italian Mafia Boss's order everyone switched into action. " I got it! " Willy, the short man from a corner replied. " Konstantin Dmitri visited the western Hall rent last week twice. Afterwards he invited a surgeon into his lair. In his account the amount of $4,976,468,588,568 was deducted for some reason I couldn't pinpoint. Then earlier today he hired a bomb experts. Right now he is in new York, having a light party with some strippers "

Stella looked where the man directed. In the living room, against a backdrop of expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, stood a man clad in white casual attire, engaged in a phone conversation. His back was to them, concealing his face, but his tall frame and well-defined physique were unmistakable. Even his silhouette radiated an allure akin to a masterpiece. As she studied him intently, the man turned around, his intense gaze landing on her. Recognizing his striking features, Stella felt a rush of panic. This was Lucas White, a prominent figure frequently appearing on television and the internet, the youngest leader of White Corporation. Known for his charismatic but ruthless character, Lucas

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

I was told he specializes in the use of knives and daggers and was more deadly than a raging bull. He had no tattoos on his body and he always had a mean look on his hardened face. Real name, Jack Lansing.Storm, the big brains, the hacker. Real name,Michael Angelo. Not all that tall,5ft 9,with thick black short hair,styled in a Mohawk.

Marvin said. "Still not convinced. Stick to the mission and stop fooling around." The guy told Marvin, and he growled. "She would be worth tons in the slave market," Marvin argued. "If she was the real deal. That thing you are dragging is wolfless. There is no way she is a Vladislav," His colleague said, and I thanked the moon goddess for this opportunity to escape. "Tell him," Marvin ordered, and I began crying. "I am not a Vladislav. I don't even know who that is." I lied with tears, and the guy frowned at me.

That’s one thing I promised myself I would never do. Soon I found myself in front of my strip club, seeing Stefano waiting for me at the door. I got out of the car and walked towards him. "Good evening, boss." The bouncer greets me. I just nodded my head and showed Stefano to follow me. I walk over to my private booth and tell one of the girls to bring me a bottle of Bowmore. "Any news on whom the snitch might be?" I asked Stefano. "Nothing yet, boss. I'm still working on it." I nod. "I want him alive; I want him to suffer.

The sound of water shutting off. Panic seized him. He shouldn't be here. He was trespassing. He fumbled for his phone, his heart hammering against his ribs, ready to bolt. But it was too late. A door down a short hallway opened, and a man emerged. He was not what Leo expected. He was older, maybe forty, with a commanding presence that seemed to suck all the air out of the room. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a thick silver-flecked beard and dark, piercing eyes. He wore nothing but a plush, navy-blue towel wrapped low around his waist, revealing a powerful, hairy chest and a torso that spoke of disciplined, brutal fitness. Water droplets clung to his shoulders and ran in slow rivulets

“Hi, I'm Stefan, a special investigation officer. You must be Dr. Jackson.” The man was about one inch taller than him. He was wearing a casual white t-shirt with a simple black shirt on the top and a pair of deep blue jeans. His hair was messy and it looked like he just woke up from sleep. In not a single way he looked like a police officer. He looked more like a general civilian than a policeman. “Yes, I am.” “Good, let's go then, shall we?” Then the general civilian-looking policeman led him the way and Jackson quietly followed him.

VICTORIA I stayed sheltered behind his broad back while they talked about the girl’s condition. “She’s stable. She’ll survive. And I can clear the traces of that drug from her system,” he said in a low baritone. It still hadn’t even crossed my mind that this professional, controlled man was the same one who’d jerked off watching me with that G-string jammed between my ass cheeks. But what can I say in my defense? I was the shameless one who arched my ass up for him.

Not even who- had trained him. Wesley Slate was known notoriously as a menace and a rogue that no one wanted to be tangled with. But Noah knew he wanted to have fun, and what better than to make two notoriously menacing rogues go at each other's throat to give a good show for the visiting alphas before they auctioned off the new rogue woman? Brandon's eyes lifted as he heard growling and the sound of metal smashing together. He hears a loud growl, and a whine as he comes toward the entrance to a corral. The center is covered in blood along with a whirl of dust that slowly diminishes.