The Jobless Guy Who Has Come To Slay Chapter 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she teased, racking on my nerves. “Well, I can’t, but my buddy here can.” My Japanese hitman crawled out of the dark corner of the empty warehouse. “Good thing you’re a viper, not a woman,” he said in his funny English accent. Michael laughed. I threw him a side glance, and he immediately shut it. “What has Laura got to do with any of this?” she growled, tugging at the chain that tied her upward to the ceiling. My look turned cold. She almost got raped, idiot, I screamed in my head.

he said “they are coming for you.” “Who is coming for me?” I asked. “Jackson and his gang,” he said “just as he murdered me, he will try and murder you but he will not succeed because you we chosen.” “But how do I stop him?” I asked. “The book store son, the book store,” he said. His voice faded away and within a blink of an eye he also disappeared then a staircase appeared, I followed it until it got to a certain room and when I got inside the strange lady was standing there waiting.

[This... is not the end. Not when there’s still a story aching to be told. These next chapters belong to Grace Blackwood. Who has been there since the beginning. To the one unloved... To the one unseen... To the broken... To the Unwanted Grace... ...This is her story.] Chapter 77: Disgust The room was filled with smoke and the low murmur of voices as men in sharp suits and gold watches discussed matters that decided the fate of cities. Deals were being made. Alliances were being tested. The underworld never slept, and tonight was no different.

That's where I inhaled and it's like the first time I breathe again. What the fuck is that? End of Chapter - QJG

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It is excruciating, makes me go on all fours sooner. My control over my body rapidly begins to slip away, and I can feel so many inhabitants in me at a time that I soon begin to sense them strip my sanity off me. My hands grabbing my head does not feel like it is, neither does my scream sound like mine. I feel like a stranger to myself. Yet, at the last moment when it seems like everything is fading completely, the torments stop at once, before I slump to the ground. I faintly hear hurried footsteps coming to my direction, two strong hands tenderly grabbing my shoulders and placing my head on a soft surface. I open my eyes to see a weak vision of Sir Jack’s eyes staring down at me, concern a

It was a shout from outside that made us panic. "Kill them!" A barbaric voice yelled, and multiple of the rogues came inside. They started killing some innocent slaves while the Lycan King’s troops were fighting with them. One of their guards fell in front of me lifeless; my hands were trembling when I searched for the keys that they used to our shack. I was breathless, and I knew that my life might be finished, despite the fact that I wanted to get revenge and justice with my bare hands. "Gotcha!" I whispered and tried every key to remove the shackles. When I successfully removed it, some of the slaves shouted at me that they needed some help. I rushed towards them and helped them remove th

She smiled cruelly, her lipstick smudged. “ It took you a while to wake up,” she said with ease. There was dryness in my throat. “What is this?” I asked. “An additional chapter,” she replied. “One in which you don't make the decisions.” I made an attempt to sit up but my head spun. I rasped. “Where are we going?” “To someone who has been eagerly awaiting your arrival.” Her smile widened. Sarian you've left quite an impression. The Capo of The Blood Vultures is incredibly inquisitive. He wants to meet you.”

I asked, pushing on. “ Have a nice day, August” he replied. “You too, Slate,” I said. “You know, if you're going to keep eye fucking me, you might as well buy me dinner,” I smirked. He scoffed. “I’ll contact you with a decision.” The gate clicked shut. I walked down, feeling the sun burn my skin. I had zero money on me and this job was the only thing I had left. I hope he reaches out. My phone vibrated. I opened it to see another anonymous message.

And this time, I wasn't going to play by the rules of the draft. I hit the ground. It was dirt. It smelled like rain and oil. I stood up and looked around. I was in a room I didn't know, holding a gun I didn't recognize. A man stepped out from the shadows. "You are early," he said. It was the Publisher. He looked young, healthy, and evil. "We haven't even started chapter one yet." I looked at him and smiled. It was the deadliest smile I had. "Then let's skip to the end," I said.