Novel & Cerita The Man With The Twisted Lip

And he was looking straight at her, his seemingly dark, hooded eyes eyeing her figure with shameless intrusion, before meeting with her eyes. She looked away. Immediately. _______ Elara briskly wiped her hands clean with the wipes from the restroom before trashing it away. She stood at the back entrance of the hall, her eyes fixated on the blonde man in front of the bar. Her father had left her with him, so they could 'get along' before the wedding but conversing with the shiny suit man was boring than she thought. He had spent the next minutes talking about himself and how he singlehandedly ' rule' the mafia world in his country and how his father was only the Don by name.

" I gave the same answer, earning another slap, forceful enough that it whipped my head to the side. The impact left a sting on my face, but other than that, I didn't cower. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, flowing from my burst lip and bleeding nose. A bitter chuckle followed after my answer from the mysterious man. "You think that you are tough because you can handle a little pain, ?" His smelly breath, similar to rotten eggs, fanned my face as he mocked. I literally gagged, tilting my face to avoid the assaulting malodorous smell. The man had other ideas though; he tightly grasped my chin, digging his nails into my skin. "I have seen this before, you know," he mocked, "you, pr

It will explain why my brother is in the clinic with a face swollen twice its size and ribs that might be cracked. He reaches the end of the first row, turns, starts on the second. Still nothing. A few of the rogues are trembling now, hands clenched at their sides, eyes fixed on the floor. One woman mutters something under her breath…probably a prayer, and the guy next to her shushes her fast. Reign stops in front of a tall man with scarred knuckles and a shaved head. He leans in, inhales deep, then exhales and moves on without a word. The man lets out a shaky breath like he just dodged a bullet.

From the way he drove the car with one hand on the steering wheel, to the way his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, or the way he looked when he dished out orders to his soldiers. Goddess, my core kept throbbing and it was getting more intense as the day progressed. We were now at one of Manuel’s clubs. I had met his delta who was human but he worked from the human town, in charge of their Mafia business. “Are the weapons ready?” Manuel asked his delta, his brows furrowing. He had his arms folded across his chest and I couldn’t help but look at the way his lips moved when he spoke. Damn, he’s so sexy. I could give anything to have those lips on mine right now-

She did not care anymore. On the driver’s seat, the man’s eyes glinted. Then, they darkened. He turned his head and said in his deep voice, “Alright, if you want to know, I’ll let you know.” After he said that, he hooked his long arms around Jane’s neck and pulled her toward him. Then, he used another hand to rub Jane’s lips furiously. His deep voice sounded in the quiet car. “I hate that your lips have been polluted by other people, do you know that?” The pad of his thumb caressed Jane’s lips repeatedly. Suddenly, he bent down and bit down on Jane’s lips.

I noticed the iris in his eyes was far bigger, leaving only a little space for the white of his eyes. "You are scared of my eyes" he noted. "It's beautiful, but still scary." "Once," he whispered, "I thought I looked like a freak." For that millisecond, I saw him without his mask on, but then it was back again, and he stared at my lips. "It's only fair that you let me explore your lips too," he said, and before I could say a word, his lips were against me, first soft and then rough. I pulled away. I was yet to even wash up, and I believed I had some morning breath.

But Kate, who just sat in the passenger seat, leaning her head to the man, then the two of them shared a hot kiss. Havie is stunned. He couldn't hear anything. It was as if the world had deliberately withdrawn all its voice. He swallowed hard. 'Shit. Shit! Was that man the one who messes your lipstick, Kate?' His heart sank. He could feel something bad rising his throat from his twisted stomach. He knew the cause was the scene in front of him, but he couldn't take his eyes off them. As much as he did not want to witness the painful scene in front of him, as much curiosity enveloped him.

Shortly, his plate was filled with four stacks of fragrant and moist toast that blended smoothly with the sweet honey. Soon, the handsome man's velvety lips were in contact with the soft pieces of toast. Although he was in a hurry, his graceful way of eating still soothed the eyes of the beholder. Maybe because the perfect blend of his pointed nose, mustache, thin beard, and firm jawline was already too beautiful to be paired with his split velvety lips. The phone rang with an incoming call from the hospital. The man answered the call promptly. "Hello .... Leonardo Warren here."

Suddenly a twisted idea stroked his head and he did act upon it, and a twisted smirk erupted his lips hidden under the mask. Motioning his man he ordered him to get the pianist play a certain song and the man obediently conveyed his order to the manager. His lips curved up into a small smirk watching her looking bothered and disturbed at the request of the song, so she hadn't forgotten about him as he actually expected her to.

I couldn't bring myself to call her mother, but I managed to loosen my stiff arms to rub her back, "It can't be that bad." "If that man touches one hair on your head, I swear-" "That's enough," the large man barked. It was then that I noticed that he had an accent and several tattoos running up his neck. And was that a gun tucked into his waist band? Who the fuck were these people? "Don’t fuck this up," she hissed into my ear before pulling away and dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. The goon grabbed me by my elbow and began to lead me up the stairs.