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

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

I was getting up from the chair when he looked at me with those pleading eyes. "Sir, please don’t. I don't know who my boss is. I hear his voice on the phone or by mindlink; that is all. He tells me what to do, and I do it. I get paid, but not that much. I do not have a pack; I was born a rogue. But my parents were killed many years ago. I live in the woods, but a corporation contacted me by phone and told me I would get paid each time I killed someone. They had people come to train me; they trained me to be a killer. That's all I know how to do is kill. I was told that you will kill all of us if I do not kill all of you first." Is this guy for real? He cannot be the only one killing my peop

James raised his voice over the circle: “We’re not here to trend. We’re not here to replace influencers with new ones. We’re here to burn down the system of ego and build what was once holy again.” Tears filled eyes. The bell rang again this time, by the Spirit alone. And deep within the city, those who ruled by manipulation felt it. The revolt had begun. End of Chapter 13🤭 •Chapter 14 – The Judas Within They gathered at dusk. Thirty seven of them, encircled beneath the crumbling arch of the Broken Bell. The atmosphere was electric with expectancy. Something was rising not just in the city, but in the hearts of those present. The blueprint had pulsed all afternoon with instructions that fel

She opened it to find a tall, scarred man with a permanent scowl. “Work starts now,” he barked, thrusting a thick book into her hands. She barely caught it, its weight nearly knocking her off balance. The words Rule Book were stamped in bold letters on the cover. “You’ve got one job,” the man growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Follow the rules. And don’t make me regret letting you live.” Wren’s grip tightened on the book as the door slammed shut. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat. This wasn’t survival. This was a game. And if she wanted to win, she’d have to play by their rules… until she could rewrite them.

"She stretched her body as the pain in her inner thigh had greatly subsided. All thanks to the medicine Luciana gave her. She sat up on her bed and looked around the room. Luciana was the only one in and she was deeply sleeping. she could hear her soft snores. Her stomach grumbled and she remembered she hadn't eaten the whole day, she stood up and walked out of the room trotting towards the kitchen. It's the new Slave" she heard murmurs as she walked through the hallway that led to the kitchen. "I heard her drunk father sold her to Master" She heard and looked back a saw two ladies looking disdainfully at her.

Araina angrily turned to see who had did this, but she was shocked and perplexed to see who was standing in front of her. "You shouldn't drink much you know." The Mafia who she battled earlier had cleaned up and was looking more handsome than before. He had tatooes all over his chest and arms and this turned Araina on. Araina chuckled, "Here comes the loser." She said and signaled the bar man to bring another cup of dry gin. "What brings you here?" She asked. He scoffed, "This is a club, I can go wherever I want." "Of course, but not like this." She answered.

[Hi readers, my new book ^^SLAYER OF THE DEMON RACE^^ is a step away from being contracted. Please wish me luck on this one so that I can bang exclusive... meanwhile this is a chapter dedicated to me. Heehe, I know am weird dedicating it to me but I have been a bit lazy for this chapter but still, enjoy.]

Jay never lowers his eyes; “I’m not sure, miss…” “Does your boss think I’m a whore who he can just throw money and expensive gifts at?! What the hell is this supposed to mean…?!” *** Two chapter updates tomorrow!

Warnings: This chapter contains violence and death. Location, An uncompleted building that was located in a remote village. Five men gathered around the lady who was asleep. Their eyes were piercing as they stared at her. They were angry, because the person who had hired them for this job had not yet arrived. “Boss, should we continue to wait for him? We should sell her if he doesn't show up and pay us for the job”. One of the men, who tied a red bandana around his head, suggested. He was the most impatient one among all of them.

"Want to know what I actually do?" "I... what?" "I run this city. The parts people don't like to talk about. The dangerous parts." His smile was sharp. Predatory. "You hired a fucking call boy and got a mafia boss instead. How's that for irony?" The room tilted. "You're lying," Lia whispered.