Tory Cobra Kai Hot Novels & Stories

- IW President. [Name: Gobler of Castle Ice Occupation: A Business owner of the biggest pharmaceutical company in Iceland and also owns a silver mining. Mission: Infiltrate his castle, kill Gobler and investigate Reward: 3000 IW Token] The IW received information that Gobler and Nero are going to establish a new organization. It must be stopped. Throughout the investigation, Gobler has already contacted different individuals and before it leads to war, we must eliminate Gobler.

Troy - one of my brother's friend and my crush said, "You haven't seen the video? He is in the washroom and I need clothes for him." I explained, "Really? Come on let's go" he said and held my hands as we ran to his locker As he joined our hands, I felt electric shock run down my spine and up again. We got there and he opened his locker, brought out some clothes- a black hoodie and black pants. Just what my brother wears— black. "Come on," he said and headed to the washroom and I followed.

one of them muttered. “Marcus doesn’t have to,” I snapped. “This isn’t about him. This is between me and Ryder now.” I turned around, my eyes landing on the wooden crate sitting in the corner — the one that had arrived from one of our black market suppliers last week. Inside was a small, coiled shadow — venomous in every way except literal. A cobra. Non-poisonous, but beautiful, sleek, terrifying. Perfect. “You,” I said, pointing at Cody. “Get that box ready. We’re sending Ryder a little gift.”

Stallion replied. "Okay, and what about my uncle, Gabin?" Cobra asked. "We'll work on it. One step at a time. Right now, I need your help." Stallion replied. "What do you want from me?" Cobra asked. "Alas, I need you to get rid of someone. Her name is Queen Scorpion. I want you to eliminate her tonight. I'll send her picture and all the information you need shortly." "Just one girl? Piece of cake." Cobra said.

She saw that it was a video call from her third brother, Kai. Since the tiger entered the apartment, it looked left and right like a curious baby. It saw the luxurious decor and expensive furniture and was in awe. It wagged its tail and finally jumped on the sofa, sitting on an Hermès scarf worth over $100,000 as a soft cushion, then nestled in a comfortable position. Since Kai’s debut, he had won six film awards and even tried to make a name in the international film scene after conquering Hollywood. His face was simply flawless and was certainly a gift from God. A hook of his lips could make countless fans scream.

That was all the warning I got. The studio was dim, heated to 95 degrees, mirrors on every wall, the air thick with eucalyptus and sweat. I unrolled my mat in the back row like a coward. Then he walked in. Kai was sex incarnate in human form. Thirty-one, 6’2”, with the kind of sculpted, sun-kissed body that looked airbrushed. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, every muscle defined but functional—long, corded arms, powerful thighs that flexed under thin black compression shorts, and a chest dusted with dark hair that trailed down into a sharp V disappearing beneath the waistband. His tank top clung to him like a second skin, already damp. When he turned to face the class, his hazel e

dressing me in tight black leather pants and a cropped tank that showed the fresh bandage on my ribs from the warehouse. A thin silver chain from his pocket now circled my throat like a subtle collar. “Stay close,” he’d ordered earlier. “And watch what your man can do.” I hated how those words made my stomach flip. The announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers. “Tonight, undefeated champion — The Ghost!” Kai stripped off his shirt at the edge of the cage, revealing the hard planes of muscle scarred from years of underground warfare. His tattoos — dark ink depicting knives, chains, and a coiled serpent — gleamed under the lights. At thirty-six, he moved with lethal confidence, rolling his sh

He leans between the seats and hands me a bottle of water. Austin is driving. I have no idea if Austin is his first name or last. He’s Victor Corbin’s enforcer. This makes him a scary dude. Austin’s about 2 inches shorter than me and Gomez and he doesn’t carry as much muscle. His pale blue eyes are as cold as Gomez’s dark ones. Austin is a killer and one I never want to go up against. Corbin, his boss, runs the drugs and guns in Cali. We pre-arranged this pickup with Corbin. It surprises me he sent Austin. Things must be slower in California than they are in Arizona and New Mexico.

I just want this misunderstanding to be resolved quickly and Bella to accept me for who I am. "I hope that what you want doesn't come true because I'm also afraid that Austin will do something so possessive that you two won't be able to get back together. Sir, who doesn't know Austin? The man was a very stubborn man in this matter and he would never let anyone take something valuable from his life. So I think you have made a very very wrong enemy after all this is something so very serious that no one could ever imagine. After all, what fool would do something like that? When you want, you can let go and when you want the woman back, Mecca, the woman will immediately be handed over and of co

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.