Novel & Cerita Thanos I Don't Even Know Who You Are

He swung his machete and walked over before he contemptuously said, “What do you want to do?” At this time, a man who was two-meters tall walked out from the team of one hundred people. There was a deep knife mark on his face, and his gaze was as fierce and ruthless as a wolf. He was the leader of these people from the Underground City, Thanos. He stared at Flying Rooster coldly and spoke indifferently. “We’re the guardians of the farm. No matter who you are, nobody is allowed to enter the farm. While you can still gasp, get out of here.”

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Thank you so much for reading thus far! Dorin and the rest of the gang will be back in Phasma Phase 5 :D . The faces in the dark have all been unmasked, and the secretive Erian aka Elazar Ravante the Silver Tongue has gone to gods know where. Dorin, on the other hand, is much too busy having fun in the university to bother about such things. After all, there's so much he wants to learrn, even when he gets stuck inside the walled city during summer while his friends go home to visit their families.

When he beat a bad guy they would not defend. But why they did not fight him back? How come a guy would not even defend? Why they did not report him back? Why? Is he the heir of a billionaire? -Nope. Is he the son of a mayor? -Nope. Is he a celebrity in Korea? -Nope. Then what is he! "....." -He is the son of the debtor! His father and mother owned many debts... Not just millions but billions! Nobody touched him since then! If you said a word Then you will be troubled.

I had always hated the name of our pack, thinking it was too bland. Atlas Andino emerged from his car, his usual friends in tow. I knew them all by name, noting how their styles of bullying differed. Atlas Andino, with his pale blonde hair and startling grey eyes. Shaina Adam's with her espresso skin and gorgeous sneer. Michelle Cario, with her long legs and thick accent. Duke Kentworth, with his football jersey and messy black hair. Dean Marsh, with his curly chocolate hair and sly smile.

"Just give up already. Admit that you can't survive without your millions. Save yourself the trouble, pay us five million pesos each, and let's end this stupid bet right now. Your suffering can finally be over." Liam looked at his friends with cold, bored eyes. A small, annoyed grunt escaped his lips. "You guys are totally obsessed with money. It’s pathetic." "Hey, you were the one who agreed to the bet!" Thanos pointed out, raising his hands in the air. "We said you couldn't survive a year living like a regular, penniless guy while being legally married to someone who doesn't know who you are. We thought you'd cry for your credit cards within the first week!"

“That’s not normal. So I started digging into things that aren’t supposed to be normal.” A fresh wave of cold fear slid through me—different from the terror Alpha Victor inspired. This was exposure of a new kind. “Who are you?” I whispered. “Exactly who I’ve always told you I am,” he replied, calm as ever. “Marcus Thorne. Architect. Designer. And, thanks to my family’s history, someone who keeps certain truths.” “Thorne?” Thorne repeated, eyes narrowing dangerously. “As in…?”

Why is she here? “Hello, Mr. Cruz. I’m Zane Klein, and this is my sister, Amaija Klein,” the man I recall as her older brother says, breaking the silence. I reluctantly pull my eyes from her to focus on him. “We—well, Amaija—owns this apartment.” “Oni-chan, let’s go,” she says, finally speaking. “Go?” He looks at her, confused, then back at me. “Oh, I didn’t even recognize you. You’re the T-shirt guy. Small world.” She elbows him and glares.

A new voice crackled over the phone line from a bit away but clearly in the same room, and it takes me a moment to place the voice as Thano himself. “Yeah, you would vouch for that, wouldn’t you?” I snap. “Makes your life real goddamn convenient.” Eleni stirs, frowning and pushing the blanket until her breasts are mostly exposed. My mouth goes dry, and I take a step away. “Well, then how can I prove it to you?” Thano asks, his voice clearer now, like Tony handed him the phone. I grimace and sip my drink. He’s a slippery son of a bitch, and even with Tony there, I struggle to come up with sufficient proof.

Those words are still engraved in William's head even now as he sits in the chief's office...in the SC PLANETS group...if they were really looking for him...he would be happy to see who this daredevil would fight and try to kill him. They don't know his identity of course, after all his name is the unknown billionaire... "Is there anything strange going on here in the last days?" William asked Adrian... hinting at the possibility that someone might be around...watching...snooping.