Yansim Delinquents Novels & Stories

"This is Rodolpho Simmons, a prized asset from the Kent Syndicate. He is completely marked for our pleasure. Look at how beautifully his muscular frame trembles under my touch. Wouldn't you love to watch me rip him apart tonight? I know I am going to devour him." The three of them consume expensive liquor for hours, discussing international weapons smuggling and the ongoing war with the Luthor Crime Empire, while Sam Lane's dark eyes track every shift of Rodolpho's body. Lana's hand moves higher, her fingers sliding past the waistband of his trousers to stroke the thick, pulsing length of his cock until Rodolpho is leaking pre-cum all over his silk briefs.

She didn't look at me when she spoke. "Mindy," she said, her voice as brittle as dried paper, "your family owes the Mankin family a life. Grayson was the most outstanding child of his generation. And now he's dead, because of something so absurd. That debt your parents left behind, now you'll pay it." I knelt on the cold floor in silence. Not a single tear came. Numb, I nodded. That night, I signed the agreement. A seven-year contract—unequal and cruel in every possible way.

For these three guys, this is the only way to cover up their family problems. In the morning, the three guys ran and at the same time they were about to die. First day of the school year and this is their last year in the University. They were called ‘Ultimate Repeater and Irregular students’. They get to know each other because of their common interest in life. "Guess what girls?" A student speaks in a flirty tone inside the school room. "What girl?" listening to its colleagues. "The Fallen Angels are just our classmates!" One of her friends said with a shudder.