Vicious Six Mga Nobela at Kwento

so close? ********

I am going to die. I barely avoid a snap near my eye, but my quick thinking spared me. The beast bites into the rope near my wrist instead, and with a sharp movement I am able to free an arm without losing my grip with my elbows on the animal's throat. I jab its eye blindly with my freed forearm. It tips and snarls, and I rake it's eyes again and dig my fingers into it's throat just under it's jaw as I squeeze. DIE! Die you bastard.

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.

"Please forgive Sat. She's a poisoner and shouldn't act impulsively on you." Sat snorted behind the woman with the mole. The woman crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at Sapta disapprovingly. "You don't need to apologize to her, Sapta! She should have accepted the wound, or else she wouldn't have woken up from her slumbering mind." Vina frowned, suddenly felt very disdain for the thin woman. "You're a very annoying number six!" Sat blinked, looking confused for a moment. "Who are you calling number six, kid?"

“Master Tyr, what is the meaning of this?” “My men wouldn’t do such a thing. Right, Chasing Wind?” Tyr replied. Chasing Wind gave Dennis’ forehead a knock and cursed, “What did you say? That I framed you? Do you know that slandering a Six Doors Principle like me is a serious crime? Your crime is now heavier. Take him down.” Two members of Six Doors instantly came up and had Dennis cuffed.

Ben, looking more strained than ever, would quietly inform me of the more vicious rumors, that I’d been Croft’s mistress all along, that I’d planned Stanley’s downfall from the beginning for this very purpose. At first, the negativity was a cold knife in my ribs. The word "gold-digger" felt like a brand, searing away the truth of my suffering, reducing my survival to a cynical calculation. I’d find myself freezing in the middle of my apartment, the silence screaming their accusations.

But Damian rose. “You don't tell us what to say, Caleb. You are not our Alpha,” Damian said rudely, eyes sparkling with envy. Every other person was shocked but Caleb didn't look a bit dazed, his expression was same. “Swallow back your words, Damian.” Caleb warned. “Or what?” Damian sneered, his arrogance taking over. Before he could blink, Caleb closed their distance and struck him hard on his jaw with a brutal punch, sending the Gamma sprawling on the floor. The impact causing blood to drip from his mouth and nose.

The grey-blue eyes were very direct and very calm and doing something underneath the calm that he'd seen before — the thing that happened when she was about to ask a question she already knew the answer to and was deciding whether she wanted the confirmation. "What does the sixth position mean," she said. He held her gaze. "It's the fated bond designation," he said evenly. "Not politically arranged. Not bloodline-engineered. The sixth position in the Virellion assessment is always the natural bond — the one that predates strategy. The one the bloodline specialists identify but cannot manufacture." He paused. "The name in that position was redacted before I ever saw the document." She looked

I had been numb for so long. I just wanted to feel something. "You think I'm beautiful," Six mused, shaking his head. "I think you're delusional." I grinned. "Maybe a little. For you." He frowned. "Why me? There is absolutely nothing special about me." Six was so wrong about that. At the casino, I had watched him for months. I saw the way people flocked to him, his charm and easy-going laughter. He was smart, cunning, but wild, and maybe even a little dangerous too. The darkness in him screamed for the monster in me and I was going to protect and keep him safe no matter who I had to kill or what I had to destroy. Even