Thanos X Namgyu Novels & Stories

"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!"

Thanos immediately used some strength to swing Flying Rooster away with his leg, and the dagger fell on the ground. Thanos bowed and picked up the dagger. “I’m done with the game. “Trash, you can die now.” During the time he spoke, he walked to Flying Rooster, held the dagger, and pierced toward Flying Rooster’s neck. He was so speedy and strong that ordinary people could not be as good as him. Flying Rooster closed his eyes hopelessly and waited for death to arrive. “Mr. Mayo, we’ll meet again in another life.”

His body was centimeters away from mine, his hand on the door next to my face. “Call me, Nick.” He smiled and seemed to relax. “Although, Mr. Thorn from your lips does sound very sexy.” “You do realise there is an unbalance here again?” I pointed out. He tilted his head. “You said you would sweeten the deal after the dance, that got interrupted. Now because of that interruption I am stood here in front of you unmasked and here you are still masked.” “That is very true.” His smile this time was accompanied by a devilish look in his eyes. “How about we correct all of that now?”

It dragged him down with a quiet grunt, hips twitching, couch groaning beneath his weight as every nerve in his body lit up. The scene before him played like a symphony. Nigel's breathless gasp as Thanos claimed him, teeth scraping, hands gripping, their skin flushed and sweat-slicked. Thanos's growls deepened, not from dominance, but a fevered, humbled craving. Nigel, ribboned from the earlier command, unwrapped slowly with each movement, each gasp a gift.