The Lords Series Shantel Tessier In Order Mga Nobela at Kwento

I sighed then proceeded to sit on the table, the comfy chairs would lull me to sleep as tired as I was. I found the two doctors staring at me like I was some sort of an overgrown beetle or some sort of a cure to a certain untreatable disease, maybe it was the blood on my shirt surprising them. I was just about to snap at them that it was unprofessional of them but then I remembered, I didn't have my glasses on. My eyes were the magnet that attracted their gazes. My shoulders hunched when I recalled the glasses being broken earlier. " You must be Michael Marcus" one of them faked a smile and said. The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with

All of them spoke simultaneously, refusing to let her downplay the pain she experienced. Tuk! Julian fell into despair. ‘What… what… what…’ His eyes shifted among them with a disbelieving complexion. Your Highness Nathan, the dragon lord. Your Highness Ali, the wingsman lord. Your Highness Ibrahim, the lion lord. Your Highness Juviana, the lord of the central kingdom. Your Highness Miley, the lord of the left kingdom. And most importantly… Your Highness Shadow, the guardian of the three worlds.

Once done, the guard stepped back, smirking at her as if she were stepping into her doom. The large doors creaked open, groaning under their weight. Arianna stepped into the courtroom, the shackles clanking at her wrists as she walked. The four seated Lords immediately turned their attention to her. The oldest of them was Lord Merek of the Western Wing, his brown hair falling to his shoulders, his eyes sharp like daggers. Beside him sat Lord Valoreth of the Southern Wing, the one whose eyes held calculated malice and lips were always curved in a perpetual sneer.

Since a Ninth Stage Lord was leading the team, they thought it would be an excellent opportunity for them. A beautiful woman stood at the mountain foot. She wore a black dress and had long silver hair. She was gorgeous and had a very sexy figure. The woman was one of Mount Bajuergh’s Eight Lords. She was a powerful Fifth Stage Lord. She was ordered to lead the recruitment process. Although many powerhouses were gathered, none stepped forward to sign up. After James appeared, he slowly approached the beautiful woman. The woman looked at James and said with a bright smile, “Are you here to sign up?”

“The lords are not as kind and gentle as Alpha Torres. You can’t possibly imagine how brutal they are with the slaves.” I wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth or just trying to scare me. “Who the hell are these lords really?” “Anyone. Business tycoons, nobles, Alphas, Betas, Gammas. Any people with a lot of money who can’t get what they want in regular whorehouse, so they come here to pay for the Special Services,” the maid giggled. My heart sank. Torres was even more despicable than I thought. Running such a shady business in his own pack. Shame on him!

Their eyes glinted as we entered, assessing us like predators smelling blood. In the center of them all, seated in a high-backed chair, was Dante, a marijuana stick fixed between his thin lips. My eyes narrowed on their own at the sight of him. I walked forward first. Dante flicked his hand, and the half-naked man that was being tortured was dragged away by two men. The man must have broken a rule. It was the Lords’ way. Zayne and I did a slight head bow, paying greetings to the eight lords present. Bianca’s father was there too.

I frowned as I saw her on the screen in her signature red business suit, her short blonde hair styled neatly, and her ears pierced with genuine diamonds. "Reporting from St. Lilith's as we await news on the status of Lady Millicent and the heir to the Colony of Starlyn. Yet we wonder, will she say yes to the Ranking Elder, Lord Oskar Starlyn, the CEO billionaire, as he proposed five days ago and has been giving interviews? Lord-Alpha Luis was released yesterday and has not answered questions." Shayley's valley girl voice said as she smiled and turned it over to the news desk. I watched the screen, turning pale. I turned to Serena, who looked like she had been caught red-handed.

“So drop the act Saint Leilani cause a nun's dress wouldn't look good on a whore like you.” “Whatever your issue is with Lorenzo — that is between you and Lorenzo. You want to go after his business, his people, his operation, you make that choice and you live with it.Donatella is not a move, she is my friend and she is not part of this and I am telling you that once." "She's not being hurt—" "She's being deceived by someone she's starting to trust. That is a kind of hurt you're choosing not to count." She fired back. "Face him directly or don't face him at all but leave her out of it."

she repeats in doubt, gritting her teeth as her voice trembles. When her eyes met mine, In that instant, I offered her a small, confident smile, knowing exactly how much I enjoyed this show. Normally, I’m not supposed to feel this way, but I have always wanted to teach her a lesson. “It's true, Shantel,” Zack answers her, his voice measured and his eyes now pitiful as he looks at her. That look in his eyes... Wait. Now I get it. Oh, poor Shantel. She was Lusaka’s mistress.

His hand trailed down my back, slipping beneath the kimono to squeeze my bare ass. “A fine prize from the conquered lands,” he said, his voice deep and authoritative. “On your back, geisha. Show us your offering.” I lay back on the soft tatami, opening the kimono completely to expose my naked body. I spread my legs wide, my shaved pussy already glistening under the lantern light. The Lords murmured in approval, their hands moving to their own robes. The first Lord knelt between my thighs and pushed two thick fingers into my pussy, curling them slowly as he tested my wetness.