Vol'jin Novels & Stories

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He is Jin, leader of a well known gang in Velmont island. "What if your plan fails? Asked Mr. Martin. Jin smiled slightly, then turned to Mr. Martin and said, "It won't happen, I have faith on them." Jin said as if he was sure of what he was saying. - At Haremlap Village. Seven years later...

That afternoon, I finished setting everything up. I was just thinking about where to travel in a few days when I suddenly got a call from my cousin, Kellan Nightfall. "Zara, did you win the lottery? $30 million?" My grip on the phone nearly slipped. This time, I hadn’t told anyone. How did he know? Wait. He was back in our hometown, Graves Hollow, and not even here in Blackridge City. How could he possibly know? Had he seen me at the claims center? My palms grew slick with sweat, but I forced myself to sound calm.

EVE I'm awoken by the noise of someone trying to buzz into the front gate. To my surprise, it's Alex's driver, Julien. I haven't seen or spoken to him since he came to pick Alex up the morning he left for Avignon. We are only acquaintances but it is nice to see another familiar face. I speak to him briefly over the intercom and allow him to drive up to the house. Making my way down the stairs, I pull a sweater fromn the couch and wrap

Leander says quietly behind his glass, "because he is walking directly toward us." I have three seconds to compose myself. I use none of them productively. I am nervous and shook and caught completely off guard, and then his voice arrives from directly behind me. Low. Velvety. Rough. Very close. "Viktor Sorano." I do not turn around. I fix my eyes on my father's face and breathe. "My daughter, Seraphina. Say hello." He uses the tone reserved for introducing toddlers to strangers. I turn. Maksim Orlov is amused. His drip is immaculate. His rizz is the particular kind that belongs to genuinely hot, brooding men who do not try for it. I am breathless in a way I refuse to name out loud.

She smiled broadly, giving a brief assessment of Jenna's group of friends. Selina quickly had the answer for herself, and the human interior was complicated. It's not right to say she can see through them, but she's too sensitive to recognize them. “Who is that handsome man, Jenna?” Wolfgang saw that someone asked about him, so he naturally introduced himself, "My name is Wolfgang. I was Jenna's companion on a trip for the past month." Sarah and Vera seemed to understand something. They “Oh!” up and laughed. "We know this man is the one who changed you, right?"

Kyle rushed through his morning meetings and tidied up some stuff so that he wouldn't have to be back for a long time. He couldn't wait to get back to his little pain in the ass, princess. He touched his inside jacket pocket to make sure the box from Harry Winston was there and patted the packages on the seat next to him.

He didn’t also bother to look back at her. The officiating minister cleared his throat and began his sermon. “We are gathered here to witness the joining together of Ramon Anthony Fridling and Violet Heathenway.” He started, earning hisses and muffles from the crowd. “Do you Ramon Fridling take Violet Heathenway as your wife, to love and ch – “Yes I do.” Ramon interrupted earning chuckles from the crowd. “And do you, Violet Heathenway, take Ramon Fridling as your husband, to love and cherish in moments of joy or sorrow. In times of joy and pains, in riches and in poverty –

' His free hand slapped her ass lightly, reigniting the soreness, making her clench. 'Talk,' he commanded, increasing the speed. The buzz intensified, sending waves to her pussy, pussy aching to be filled. Nia panted, words tumbling. 'Vince needs deniability. Route through proxies... oh god, slower.' Vardo ignored, angling the vibe to tap her entrance, dipping in shallow before retreating to her clit. Her walls fluttered emptily, craving more. 'Proxies like my shell companies? Smart. But I want veto power on inspections.' He ground the toy harder, her moans turning to whimpers, body trembling on the edge.

“The day I start taking orders from little piss ants like you, is the day they put me in the fucking ground.” “That day may be closer than the doctors have told you. Not just you, but Warthog, Mr. Minus here, and your whole club,” Viper said. “Don’t bet on it,” I replied. “I find it funny that the two of you talk so tough when you are in no position to do so. If I do not get word to the man on the other side of that screen by the designated time, he will begin removing pieces of your friend. He’ll start by taking his toes, one by one, before moving his way upward.”