The Jobless Guy Who Has Come To Slay Mga Nobela at Kwento

I swore underneath my breath as I walked away in order to gather my thoughts in that moment. “How do you expect me to believe that? Huh? You think this is a joke?” I demanded and he hastily shook his head while sobbing and trembling. “I swear it, I swear it. The person said we were gonna finally meet in person when they have a second job for me. They promised to protect me when harm befalls my way, and I had no idea it was you that my guys were supposed to mess with until after I had accepted the job. Of course, I tried to back out on realizing that it was your house, but they said I couldn’t. I don’t even have enough men, those men who did the work were their men, not mine. I’m still a very

“Who is your boss?” The guy refuses to talk as Joshua takes the same knife stabbing it in the guy's upper thigh as he screams in pain. Joshua grabs him by his hair, lifting it and pointing the gun under his chin. “Who is your boss, I said.” Still refusing to talk, Joshua gets the pliers from his car, gripping them on the guy's nails, and pulls them. The guy screams in agony. The guy is now barely alive as he looks up at Joshua. “Martin told us to kill you and bring the girl alive.”

Furthermore, because of his defensive abilities, Jose went on and on and on until he finally became James Buero's confidant. Until then at some point, Jose becomes a friend and best friend that James really trusts. There was a strange but strong bond of friendship between the two of them. Jose will not betray James and vice versa. Jose was only seventeen years old at the time, but his training and harsh life had shaped him into what he is now; a formidable killer who is scary to anyone who knows him. A mysterious assassin who is always known as the Slayer. The Slayer is very feared because he never fails in carrying out his mission, no matter how difficult it is. Everyone would die if they w

He thought that the Thunder Boy wouldn’t be getting assassination because of how new he was to the world. That time, when he was eating corn, he saw in the edge of his eyes, an alley. It was quite narrow for a bird beast to enter, but it was enough for humans to come and through. He saw that man, the one who planned to stab Jai. The man looked to be homeless. His clothes were dirty, his hair was unkept, and he looked anxious.

“What now? I swear down, I’m done with your fucking bullshit.” “I need clearance to take a job,” I say, stepping forward. “I’m not letting her do it.” He sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face. “For fuck’s sake.” He steps back inside, then reappears with clothes on, dragging a shirt over his head. “What job?” “Dean Whitby. At midday.” Echo freezes. “Dean Whitby? You serious?” I nod once. “He’s the mafia’s bare-knuckle fucking fighter. He's a champion. That’s not a soft job.”

“I heard a slave killed one of my men.” “I didn't kill anyone,” I snapped. “Okay,” he shrugged. “But my wolf has been so curious to know who the new guy is… so I have come up with a deal…if you can beat me…I will step down as the boss around here…for you.” “I am not interested,” I said swallowing hard. “I don't want to be the Boss around here…I am just a slave.” “Then you should die,” he shouted lunging at me.

The last thought made him feel ill. Johnny knew when the time came, he’d go all He-man on their targets—forget He-man, he’d morph into some scary-ass Skeletor shit. Johnny pictured getting the Scythian alone in a room. Unmasked and cowering like a baby chick—as Johnny used a cleaver to exact his revenge. Doubtful that would happen, most likely it would be a quick kill-shot to the head. Slater nudged him. “How are you coping, bro?” “How do you think?”

he was charming and wherever he went, girls were always willing to spread legs for him. Meanwhile, after twenty four hours, the slave knocked Johnas's door. Johnas was drinking on his couch and he allowed his worker in. His hand was bandaged but he was no more scared because the evidence that the slave had in his hands about the murderer will surely blow Johnas mind off. "What did you get?", Johnas asked "I managed to get the CCTV footage sir", The salve said with glittering eyes. He wanted to see the reaction on Johnas's face. Johnas nodded allowing his man to proceed and slowly as the video played his facial expression changed. The man killing everyone was just a single man with no one aro

” the unknown man said, I stared at him with a “what the hell” look. “Seriously dude, firstly, I don't remember applying for a job and secondly, I don't even know your name or who you are, what if you're a serial killer” I said with a smile. “The name's Adrian” he said as he steps out of the shadows, “huh?” I asked in a dazed tone. The dude was fucking hot, he has dark messy brown hair and dark golden brown eyes coupled with a muscular physique, he could easily get into any girl's bed. I snapped out of my daze when I saw him smirk, asshole. “Huh” I asked again, more firmly this time. His smirk morphs into a grin and I sneer at him,” I said my name's Adrian”. I softened my features a bit and

Stalker POV My hands gripped the glass railing, Morning chill cut through the thin silk of my robe "I hired the man for a fucking play. I, didn't give you the instructions to attack her." my blood boiled speaking on the phone. "I know, sir but that wasn't the man we gave the job to, our man was found injured in an alley, it was a setup, I am sorry." he pleaded, making me scoff. “How do you think I am alive, running this empire for years?"