Độc Đạo 소설 & 이야기

20:00 “Good afternoon, nation of Matlock. I stand humbly before you as the First Lady of the most powerful nation in the world. You have welcomed me with open arms and I shall do what is expected of me. I am not here to dictate, I am only here to serve the people; I am here to serve you. Each of you have played a vital role in building and making Matlock not only a beautiful island but a beautiful home. I am only here to ensure the smooth running of this country besides the President and I am here to build further on what you have already laid the foundation upon. I promise the nation a fruitful service where you will never go to sleep hungry as long as I am in power, where you will never ha

I shake my head. "No. He just, he seems familiar me. Does he too you?" She shakes hers. "No. I'd remember him." I cautiously turn to the window and get a better look when he turns to look at something up ahead. His jaw is sharp, just a hint of stuble it appears, and his clothing is simple. A man who feels no need to impress, and through his posture he maintains a certain degree of arrogance that confirms the notion. He turns his head quickly, and even from the distance, I feel violated by his stare. His dark eyes find me, and for a moment my breath hitches as I recall the handsome devil from my dream. The one who watched without helping.

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

Moon explained. "Wow! That is something I haven't been called since my younger years as an Alpha. The last one who dared call me prideful, is now the very wolf that started all of this, Chad. Don't forget we are wise and have knowledge you don't know and vice versa. We have no room for pride in this war. If Kit cannot control himself, rest assured, I, Singularis can control both." Singularis emerged briefly. "Lethal duality, Singularis." Anaki whined. "It's all in the delivery, kid." Kit smiled.

" WHAT DO YOU THINK I RUN HERE, BRETT?! A CHARITY?" A wave of deadly silence passed and Brett held his breath, in case the anger that was radiating from his boss was toxic. "I ASKED YOU TO BRING JUST ONE GIRL WHO'S HOME ALONE, NO INCONVENIENCES!! ONE GIRL AND YOU COULDN'T DO THAT?! " Brett's knees turned to jelly. What should he say? He pondered on silence, apology or excuses. Apparently, a reply wasn't needed. " The hell am I going to tell our client? Do I tell him you're a fuck up? Brett? "

Lennox pinched her bud making her wince as he massaged the assaulted skin. She didn't like the clothes separating their skin. "Take... Take it off," She whispered throatily, touching his shirt and he cussed. Abruptly turning her around he faced her. "Do it." He commanded. Swallowing thickly she undid the buttons with her trembling fingers and all the while one of his hands fondled her bust and the other hand squeezed her ass cheek. Dominant. Dark. So f*cking hot. She was unable to strip so he took it in his hands. Lennox pulled back with wild hungry eyes as he undid the buttons of his shirt at an agonizingly slow pace, she knew he was doing it deliberately.

He answered without turning around. “Yes?” “How much did you hear?” “I’m sorry, what?” “Turn around.” One on the man demanded. Calvin turned hesitantly to face them. “Calvin Cartier….” The taller one chuckled darkly. “How much is the person paying you? I can give you double, if you tell me their name.” These type of people could do anything for money, so money was the best way to lure them. “Sorry Cartier,” he whispered in a dangerous tone walking closer to Calvin, pulling out a sharp, shiny blade from his waistband, “our work demands loyalty.”

They ate in easy silence at first, but soon, she started asking him questions. Simple things. "What's your favorite movie?" He shrugged. "Don't have one." She gasped dramatically hands on her heart . "Blasphemy." He smirked. "What's yours?" "Easy. Baby ." He groaned. "Figures." She stuck out her tongue. " What's your favorite color?" Kane hesitated. "Black." She snorted. "That's not a color." His gaze darkened. "It is to me." Mona giggled, shaking her head. "Fine. Black it is."

ario Rey, with an encouraging expression. It didn't seem like a dream. It all seemed very real. Do you also think that email and the "snuff" movie I received on my computer was my invention? Valeria pointed out. -From now on I want to be informed of any suspicious occurrence, no matter how simple it may seem, okay, precious? I don't want to bother you; but I must admit that I feel insecure. I need protection. "Count me in," he agreed. Valeria smiled gratefully and asked, "Can I ask you a very special favor, Detective?" Olegario Rey made a theatrical gesture, before answering: I am his unconditional servant. You will say, madame Valerie. -Believe me; I feel unable to get home alone tonight. W

"I don't get it." "So am I! They're weirdos and who the hell would name their child dangerous? Like duh..." "Why did you refused though?" "Because he asked me to strip!" "Are you dumb? You refused just because he told you to strip?" "Yes, why not!?" "You're so stupid, for fucks sake Carolina Benevolent De Guzman!" "What!? Why?" "Imagine every time you are in a shooting, aren't you almost fully naked? So why are you annoyed when he will be the only person to see you naked in that room?"