The Ruthless Elimination Of Hurry Novels & Stories

I spread my legs wider, my hips arching upwards to meet his movements. The frottage between our dicks built with each stroke, hot and urgent. He leaned down slowly to groan against my ear, "You're driving me crazy." He moved back and we frothed like that with his hands sliding over our dicks. Our breaths mingled with my moans as he moved faster and faster. I couldn't take it anymore. My release burnt through me with speed and shot out like a milk volcano. "Ohhh fawwwk," my voice rendered the air as he stroked me through my climax.

Each strike felt like a great river that was crashing down upon the Horsemen with reckless abandon… Zephyr was a lean mean killing machine, he was stopping at nothing all the while displaying intimidating speed. As he fought on, the number of riders just kept piling on. For each wave Zephyr felled, another two sprang up. However, this onslaught of the undead did not tire him out one bit. He was gleefully smiting down his foes as they came. After about an hour, the carnage finally stopped.

Can't they talk things over calmly? Randu, almost fell limp when she saw a man with a very familiar stature… the man slaughtered his victims quickly. Dozens of heads rolled in his hands. He breaks his enemy's neck in seconds. Now the corpses are all headless….the man kills quickly…he's like a machine! Dozens of humans attacked him, and he quickly wiped them all out… breaking their necks easily and severing them. Randu saw the man's face. She almost threw up when she saw the happy look on that face. Burdak!

It's now or never. With swift movements, they exited the barrier and sped through the wind like assassins, locked on to one single prey. It was like a competition. The first one who lands a hit will have all the grace and glory. "Forward!"

She only needed a couple more seconds to blend into the crowd and enter the mansion undetected! “Kill Anne Luckser! She’s outside. Kill her for me! Whoever managed to kill her, I will give them $10 billion!” Jerry bellowed! His voice was hoarse from the rage. Upon hearing this, the head of the killing machine, Randy was excited 10 billion dollars? This was easy money! He grabbed a sniping ripple and headed outside planning to duel Anne. However, that smile of his soon turned into a frown. Anne was just too good at hiding.

Yippee for him. Currently two hulks are fighting, stripped to the waist. One covered in swirling dark tattoos right up to his bright green eyes. The other has his hair in a topknot like myself, except white blonde. The scars on his back are unavoidable. They are huge, muscular and lethal. I mentally pat myself on the back for such a clever idea. /We were right about recruiting from here. Wait until they’re all gathered for their payout and round them up/ Rush suggested. Then everything slowed. Pacing around the ring, taking down names and betting odds, seeing as I wanted to recruit winners not losers, I caught a scent of orange blossom. /She can’t be here!/ Rush cried /this isn’t safe!/

He threw it somewhere and immediately stripped me. “It’s been a long time since I fuck you from behind,” he whispered in my ear. “Tell me, what happened?” I asked and bit my lower lip. I slowly slid my arm towards his six pack abs. He groaned while I’m doing that. I also slowly loosened his belt and opened the zipper of his pants. “A newly built house was damaged. But it’s fixed.” He reached my face for a kiss but I avoided it. “That’s it?” “It’s a planned work. To destroy the company,” he admitted.

Blood gurgles from the Hunter's mouth as he crumples to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring up at the night sky. "Woohoo!" Vivaldi exclaims, his face alive with the thrill of the fight. He charges at the Hunters with the speed of a cheetah on espresso shots, his wild hair whipping in the wind. Bullets, arrows, and other projectiles sail towards him, but he embraces the impact like a metalhead at a mosh pit, making no effort to dodge them.

He fought not just to win, but to destroy every single obstacle standing between them and freedom. She rushed toward him, and back-to-back they stood, a fortress of two amidst the chaos. Shots rang out, metal clashed against metal, and the shouts of men filled the cavernous space. Julian Rutherford, seeing his carefully laid trap turning into a chaotic brawl, his guards falling one by one against the sheer will and rage of these two people, began to retreat step by step toward the stairs leading down. "Kill them! Kill them now!" Rutherford screamed, losing his composure, his face twisted in ugly rage. "Don't let them reach the basement! Don't let them leave alive!"

The women were looking at Harvey full of disdain and derision as if he was already dead in their eyes. Rachel steadied her dagger in front of her. If it weren’t for the palm print on her face, she would seem like an actual professional. She coldly said at this moment, “I was just careless before, Harvey York. Let me show you the killer move of Longmen’s Mordu branch! “Blood Rush!” Whoosh! Rachel was sliding across the ground immediately after her speech. The gleam of light coming from her dagger was shimmering brightly. Slap! Harvey took a step forward nonchalantly and appeared right in front of Rachel, then raised his hand to give her another slap across her face.