The Jobless Guy Who Has Come To Slay Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

Death! No-one did shit like this, and go scot free. I’m merciless drag baron who doesn’t care how he gets money as long as he was comfortable. I wouldn’t let anyone take what was mine. I would destroy that should to the best of my abilities. I couldn’t wait to end him completely. They have beaten the sleeping tiger, and I was awake.

And as the van screeched to a halt in the long driveway, I saw him. Standing at the entrance, his arms crossed, his face dark with fury. Ibrahim. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, unreadable yet seething. And that was when I knew. I was trapped. *****Can you guys comment and support my book so that I will have more motivation to write for y'all It's not easy to write with no support or motivation Or do you just just take a glance at the first chapter and leave?**** Please if anyone has gotten to this chapter Please leave a comment. And like the book

His world collapsed and restarted in the span of a heartbeat. *** How was the chapter guys? Who do you think the baby boy is? So many twists are coming one by one. Love you all. xoxo

This day with Zero has been a world wind of numerous emotions that are confusing and dangerous. "Can't we just go for a walk. And talk." I turn back to him, glad that my hair is tied up and huff, “No, we can't. I'm working. This job is important to me, Zero. I am a beggar and I’m homeless. I can't go for walks. This is my life you messing with. The Satan Snipers gave me a job. Gave me a chance. People like me don't get chances very often if ever. Please don't ruin it for me, just go away, please."

It was a shard of obsidian, etched with my name and Dante’s. "The first 40 chapters were the audition," the man said, a grim smile touching his lips. "Now, the real story begins. You have a city to rebuild, Zora. And a billion-dollar debt to pay to the people who live in the dark." I looked at Dante, then at the smoking ruins of my father's legacy, and finally at the man. I didn't take the contract. I took my obsidian dagger from my boot and carved a single line through the shard.

Ronan shouted my name. But I was already moving. I lunged at Elena Ashford, my claws extending, my teeth bared. I didn't care about the consequences. I was going to kill her. END OF CHAPTER 10

I'm going to murder the bitches who touched my family. I will murder those bitches. Murder those bitches. -------------------------------------------------- Hey people. Noe for those of you who don't get the title of the book, this chapter should explain it. Anyway, I'm not really happy with this chapter. Let's hope that the next one is better. Please read, vote, comment and share. Until the next chapter... -Daisy

Chapter 2: Awakening in the Den My eyes fluttered open to a world that felt wrong, like I'd stumbled into a dream I couldn't wake from. The air was thick and earthy, smelling of damp stone and smoke from flickering torches. I was lying on a rough bed of furs, my body aching from the chase through the woods. Every muscle screamed, but it was the heat inside me that scared me most—a slow burn starting low in my belly, spreading like wildfire. What the hell had happened? One minute I was hiking alone, trying to outrun my shitty city job and the emptiness it left, the next I was running from... wolves? No, not wolves. Men who turned into wolves. And that guy—Thorne—he'd saved me, but his eyes, t

"After coffee." ---------- ----------------- A little while later . . . ---------- ----------------- Red had actually felt a little nauseous when she surveyed the carnage before her. Things had gotten ugly quickly. She and Anya had sent Jane topside to scout for any comrades the slime demon might have brought along while the two senior members of the Strays crept up on him. The pale-skinned thing that barely resembled a human was in the process of making a sale to an emaciated young man who was seriously jittery. The pusher had made some obscene gesture when the young man looked to make a purchase, indicating that more than money would be required. And the young man had stood up, his face ca