The Kept Man Strikes Back Chapter 1 Romane & Geschichten

I snapped back, annoyed at how much disrespect I was receiving from this frail man. A crown I hadn't noticed previously, sat on the bedside table, attracting attention. ‘Who was this man? He must be a king. Where am I? What had changed? How long was I dead for?’ Questions swammed in my head as I tried to make sense of everything. While at it, I was oblivious to whatever the old man was ranting about, but suddenly the old man came at me, instincts kicked I'm again. I reacted with a palm strike first of all, pushing him back and away from my space and before he had time to react, I trudged forward, side stepped him, now appearing at him back.

My chest rising and falling as each second passed. “We’ll take whatever is left darling”, the third man said smirking, I wasted so much time, hoping that they’d have mercy on me but before I could think, the second man lunged at me and ripped the bag from me, he pushed me to the wall and held my neck, the first man collected my phone that i had been holding in my hand, I couldn’t breathe, I needed to do something to help myself, I hated that I was weak, I was suffocating but he held my neck tighter as he scanned my body, I kicked him in the groin, the man groaned in pain as he released me from his hold.

I kept giving the man weird looks, feeling very very uncomfortable in the room with him. Feeling frustrated with his glances, I slammed my book shut and looked at him. "Is there something wrong?" I asked him in irritation. He shook his head and lowered his cap, continuing his work. I ran my hand through my hair and that's when I heard the maid calling me. I walked towards her and thanked her for the coffee.

But then his face twisted with rage, and I saw the slap he was about to return. "You dare to hit me? I’ll show you manners, you little—" The man’s hand flew, and she closed her eyes. I was there before the strike landed. Her eyes snapped open when the middle-aged man let out a strangled scream. I had his arm twisted at an angle no arm was meant to endure. My face remained blank, but my grip turned his bones to lead. "Let me go! I…" I ignored him. The pressure built until he buckled, and then I kicked him.

⸻ Nothing. No future. ⸻ No destiny. ⸻ No final chapter. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 Orion Understands Orion stepped closer. ⸻ For a long moment he stared at the empty pages. ⸻ Then his face changed. ⸻ Because he understood something before anyone else. ⸻ “This isn’t theft.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ The Keeper looked toward him. ⸻ “What do you mean?” ⸻

“He’s found her.” Trucker Cap paused, blade in hand. He bent low. “He’s reaching for her.” The man’s arm pawed the tall grass. “She’s kicking.” He pulled himself away from the fridge and past the stove. “She’s kicking,” she repeated to the sound of scratching, the page flipping fast, and then more scratching. A massive hand caught a bloody ankle, the foot missing. The wrist dripped red, the stranger’s knuckles white as he gripped her calf, her thigh. The man’s boot lifted to stomp on her pelvis as he wrenched the leg to the side, the joint snapping.

Seconds passed when an idea popped up like a light bulb was turned on. “Humayo’t bumalik!” I shouted. Then my hands started to glow. The two Manananggal looked at the direction where I am hiding. They might have heard me. I can already feel it. I can already feel my sword coming back! When the sword came back at me, I looked at them. Okay, let’s get this over with! End of Chapter 11

His expression changes so sharply that I almost don't recognize him. "Get away from her," he says. Manuel starts to speak, but Mavis is already moving. One of the men intercepts Manuel when he tries to reach for something on the table. Mavis strikes him, sending him stumbling backward. The room erupts into a struggle, and I press myself against the wall, trying to stay out of their way. I want to run to the door, but my legs barely hold me upright. "Mavis," I manage to whisper. He turns at the sound of his name.

Dante grinned, pushed the man down, and walked to the winery. Katherine's life was on the line and I had no intention of playing with anyone today. I pulled out my gun, aimed at his kneecap, and raised a brow. "Why don't you start talking?" TBC Hey guys..... If you didn't see this message in the last chapter. Here's my new book, ongoing in Good novel CHAPTER FIVE Desire~ JASMINE VALE I think the whole house heard my screams last night. They must have. It was loud, filthy, and everything sinful.

Everything been moving smoothly since we've been back on the farm without any problems no one can get in or out with our ID or permission we got guards we got this place locked down like a fortress protection is what we needed and now we feel safe. I'm working in the stables when my phone ring out who could be calling me at this time when everyone knows I'm working. I looked down at the caller ID and seeing it Sir Charles III call me I answer immediately I'm feeling realizing it's him hello hi Charles can I help you with anything Sir Allen we have a break in the case my eyes lit up upon hearing this ok go on tell me.