Underdogs On Top Mga Nobela at Kwento

After eating food, and washing hand, he asked,"Do i have to stay in that room in order to join you?" As soon as everyone heard it they started to feel chills down their backbone. Last night, they all saw a side of Boss they have never seen. Frog is still running laps in the underground field from last night. "Call Frog here." Without replying him she ordered. "Yes Boss." Saying this one of them ran away to call Frog. After Frog came back, Rose offered him a seat. His legs were about to give up, since Boss ordered him,he sat down at last.

Their actions were a grave offense and highly disrespectful to the ruler of the underworld and others were expecting a blood bath but surprisingly, the queen said not a single word of it. The top dogs boasted about it, spewing nonsense about the queen being terrified of their boss and unable to attack. Everyone ate this up as no one had boldly dared the queen and gone unscathed. Other mercenary groups began to talk about the top dogs and there on, their influence in the underworld grew, faster than any other mercenary group that had to shed blood, sweat and tears to get to the top. Ruben's oblivion to the top dogs was very surprising as they were currently the hot topic in the underworld. It

"It's Antonio, Don. The man you put in charge of the casino. And Esa, from the club. They have been conspiring together... planning to run off. Silvio’s eyebrows lifted, his gaze sharp “Esa” he said, his voice cold "Yes, Don, they have been together for some time” Damian said, keeping his tone steady Silvio exhaled slowly, his lips spreading into a faint, dangerous smile. He reached for his cigarette, lighting it with his lighter. The smoke swirled up, drifting slowly upward "Where are they now?" he asked "The underground" Damian answered. Silvio's grin widened. He let out a low chuckle, the sound dark and chilling "A great show is about to start” he said, his laughter rolling through the ro

How much of ourselves are we willing to give in order to find out what future holds for each of us? Maybe, at the end of the day, not much because human beings are like that. We’re horrified of what we don’t know. In the little pot of people with no social class, the lowest of the lowest she was always like a diamond among stones. With her curly and long black hair, the slim figure, that mischievous smile and seductive look in her green eyes, Camila moved her hips here and there, behaving as the mother she was at day but not at night.

Abigail complained bitterly. Kelsa actually had the nerve to walk out on her in the afternoon. This is definitely her time to get back at her at all cost. She acted coquettishly in front of Darryl. "How! Dare! You!" Darryl shouted on top of his lungs. "You are not allowed to touch even a single strand of her hair. She might be a nobody to you. But, in the eyes of the whole Kasland City and the world, she is Mrs Shaw. The wife of the Lord of the underground world in this country. You must accord her that respect." Darryl roared and placed the cutlery on the table.

“If you have to ask that after last night, I’d be happy to demonstrate again.” With a frown, she lands a mock punch on my shoulder. “I meant Doms in general. Does the sub having clothes put them on too level a playing field?” “Not exactly. It’s that subs are often feeling their most vulnerable and open when they’re naked. It’s a natural state, but for most of our lives, we’re told that it’s not. The Dom’s job, in part, is to strip off the artifice to get to the real person underneath. So in that way, clothes are symbolic. And subs are less likely to put on a front with nothing to hide behind.”

I huddled on the floor, my hands wrapped protectively around my head, hoping that I could also shield my heart from the ugly truth threatening to pierce my shield of denial. “Athena? Athena? Can you hear me kiddo?” Uncle Steven’s voice sounded strange and muffled in my ear, like he was underwater. I felt a hand rest gently on my back, moving in circular motions as if to soothe me. “Athena, please get up. I know this is a shock, but you have to stand up, please. You’re scaring me.” I lifted my head off the ground slowly, my vision still blurry and unfocused. I turned to face Uncle Steven, seeing tears welling in the corner of his eyes.

“What are you punks looking at? Get back to training!” “Yes, sir!” They straightened themselves and stood at attention, their every movement fueled by fiery alacrity. No one expected the newcomer to have such amazing prowess. Even Dick Cheney himself was bending over backwards in order to appease their instructor! Squad 4 were no longer everyone’s doormats—they were rising stars! Soon, everyone in the Insurgent Trifecta would have to regard them with nothing less than respect! Today marked the day of the underdogs’ comeback!

Peter asked. “Me?” Mason laughed. “Ever heard about The Underground?” Mason grinned. “Holy shit!” Keith and Peter exclaimed in surprise. “It’s a small business. I don’t know why both of you are shocked by this revelation?” “Brother, The Underground rule is no small business. It’s on the top of the food chain of all the other underground business!” Peter stood up, overwhelmed by the information. “Ah, I never realize my business is that well known,” Mason eyebrow’s rose in realization.

He got rid of his clothes and put the condom on his already awakened not so little friend. Once again he was above me but for not long as he swapped our position making me sit on top of him now. I was excited to be in control, ready to dominate him.