Vicious Mga Nobela at Kwento

He offered. Men were easy to manipulate, they were so gullible, it disgusted her. Women were stronger, men were weak, emotionally and physically. They all thought with one thing; their sexual organ. She almost spat out disgustingly. "You'd rather I become your hoe over collecting a three million bribe?" Rob skovich's brows furrowed in confusion, "a three million bribe, I wasn't offered no such amount" Munawarrah stared in confusion before realization dawned on her, Samuel Joseph, the bastard!

My heart shattered as my eyes caught sight of the broken vase on the floor of the room, with the ashes sprayed all over the floor like it was mere ashes from burning wood. My men had stayed out of the room out of respect, until I had seen the mess and given a command. I would have put a bullet through the first person who even dared to cross the door. And only heaven knows what I will do to the unfortunate soul who did this to my sister. I stared at the sight with bloodshot eyes, and I could feel the blood pumping furiously to my mouth - I could taste the acrid liquid. ‘TROVA CHI L’HA FATTO E PORTATELI SUBITO DA ME!’ I spat out and fell on my knees beside the shattered vase immediately they

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He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, slow enough to make the air thrum around them. Another low growl rumbled from deep in his chest that spreaded a cold and electric kind of feeling through Freya, leading to intense want. The sudden pool of wetness she was feeling under her was all she needed to confirm tha she wanted to be intimate with the Vicious Alpha. It scared her. Was he using magic? If so, why on her? She was fucked. She suddenly missed it as his hand pulled away from her face, boots scraping faintly as he backed toward the door.

You don’t need anyone. They still have their love. And you—you have your vengeance. Anyone who hurt you in your past life will pay double in this one. ***

“That rich prick gets everything. The money. The name. The power. While I get nothing but a needle and a high that burns out by morning.” His words hung heavy between us. The powder on the table looked sharp and white under the low light. My fingers itched to grab the glass again. Damn, just the reaction I was hoping for. The hate. We're definitely on the same page and he's were I needed him to be to move on with my plan. “You know… I’ve never really liked that son of a bitch,” Victor growled, slamming his glass on the table so hard my mind jumped. He was looking so damn serious now. The sound cracked loud. His eyes looked wild. Veins stood out on his neck.

"Feisty. Victor will like that." Victor. The Savage Kings president. Damien had warned me about him—sadistic, unpredictable, the kind of man who hurt people for entertainment. Terror gave me strength. I twisted, bringing my free leg up to connect with his groin. He grunted, grip loosening just enough for me to wrench away. I ran. Through the destroyed office, into the main clubhouse. Bodies everywhere—some moving, most not. Blood painted the walls in gruesome abstract patterns. My bare feet slipped in something wet I refused to identify.

Her gun fired, rebounding off the wall and echoing through the dark room. Alexis scrambled to rise, clawing at his face as he hovered over her. He wanted so badly to put his hands around her neck, but the guilt made him falter. He had murdered not one, but two of her brothers, and now, having Zoe lying motionless beside him, he understood the torment she felt, the overwhelming desire for retribution. His hesitation was enough for Alexis to regain control, tugging her gun from underneath his body and aiming it directly against his forehead. It was so close. He could feel the chill drifting from the metal, smell the gunpowder from her earlier shot.

How unfortunate! The hate her hazel eyes had for him infuriated him. Kevin wanted those eyes to have submission and fear rather than disgust and hatred. He could still feel the stinging sensation of her slap. Though physically it didn't hurt yet it was a tight slap on his ego, an insult to him that he was going to avenge. He's going to break her and nobody could save her. No one but him.

Grandma Grace slowly stood up out of her chair to glare at Zach. Zach resumed his same old cold and aloof manner. He could not show weakness. “Five years ago, she was hit by a black van. I have spent the last five years trying to find out who did it. And all the evidence points to this family. And since you are the head of the family, all the blame lies on your head. And in any case you know why you have the most cause to murder her. After all, you stole her inheritance.” That bombshell got the old lady to sit down in shock and stare at Zach.