Traction By Gino Wickman Mga Nobela at Kwento

He added, smiling. I am getting scared of Gino now. He is making me shake from where I am standing. "Should I just make their parents pay for their sins? Make their businesses go down and make them put all the blame on their lovely children?" Gino said. "Sir. Gino, all done. We deleted their records." The man said. "Okay, then. Let's all go home," Gino said excitedly. "Bye, weak department. See you all in hell!" He added, making the other students run away in fear.

“What do you want!? Why are you at my house, you bastard!? What do you want Mario!?“ Mr wick flares in irk. Mario chuckles and shrugs. With slow steps, he advanced towards Wick. He stroked his extremely dark beards. He pulled his pistol and brushed the edges on his nose as though sniffing cocaine. “Fuck!!“ Mr Wick screeched as Mario shot his right hand, close to his shoulder. Blood smudged his white shirt and the couch. He struggled but the hold of the two men beside him was too firm. His kids and wife were intensely crying as they were frightened to the core. “Porca puttana! You dare not call me a bastard!” he bawls. Mr Wick was still in severe pain. Mario drew closer to the former and swat

He was a two time taekwondo champion in his teen years, the talent still remained years into adulthood. Gianna knew that, which was why she broke off the last fight as soon as she could. Sad to say, she couldn’t heed her guard dog a warning. Aiden Cumberman was going to get what was coming to him, Justin swore on that fact. The Chow Mein was delicious, Gianna couldn’t help but moan with pleasure and then her brows creased a little seeing as Aiden wasn’t back, she called out, “What’s going on over there??” “Leave,” Aiden grumbled from under his breath, “Nothing. Just keep eating.” He hollered back to Gianna.

Leo Two days before his return. “Are you ready?” I asked, turning toward Gino. Gino was a blessing, if I ever had one. He had a family - his twin brother, Felix, and his mate and wife - and yet, he still decided to come for the business trip. Or whatever it must have been. Right now, we were searching for cafés, one of my favorite pastimes.

"But the cryonics technology isn't ready. They've never conducted live experiments before. There's a high chance you won't survive it. Please, think it over—" "Professor," Edgar cut in with a faint smile, "my decision is final." Then, he ended the call. The phone displayed a breaking news headline from just minutes ago. In a photograph accompanying the article, Cooper Dixon and Jessica Yale were holding hands, their fingers intertwined. And on Cooper's ring finger sparkled a radiant blue diamond ring. Even through the screen, the gem's brilliance was blinding. Edgar bit down hard on his lip, but in the end, he couldn't hold back his tears.

The day I went back to Rose Hills to talk to Scarlett about the kids, I saw him standing across the road outside the villa’s gate. I turned around, hoping to speak with him, but I tripped, causing me to scream out of panic, but when I fell, instead of feeling the ground, Gino intercepted my fall, catching me. I knew it wasn’t good on his end because until now, he was still limping. “Thank you for what you did,” I smiled, sighing as I glanced at his right thigh. “I told you, I’m hoping for a promotion,” he smirked again and ate his cupcake as he walked back to his seat.

Brax's pov Stepping into a sea of familiar faces, a thunderous cheer rose, echoing across the clearing. Each voice felt like a tether, anchoring me back to the world I'd left behind. The chorus of my pack, a symphony of belonging, reminded me that home was a place of hearts, not walls. "Luna and Brax!" Nick boomed, his voice commanding the noise to hush. His eyes twinkled with the warmth of a father figure reunited with his son. "Let's welcome back our Alpha, who's fought his way back to us."