متكبر Novels & Stories

She looked me up and down as if I were an insect. “How dare you bring her here,” she spat. “Really. You know far better.” “She is The One,” Caleb said flatly. Unlike the others, this woman did not seem surprised. Instead, she just let out a short, mocking laugh. “That’s ridiculous,” she answered. “You’ve brought war on us,” she continued, “and all for a human. A simple infatuation,” she said, her anger rising. With each sentence, the crowd behind her seemed to get bolstered, to grow with a concurring anger. It was becoming an angry mob.

Kabir said with smile and mukti clutched her hairs in frustration listening him. " Really kabir, you're an army officer i am an IPS Officer still we are going to sustain, our father is a hitler. After serving so many years we are going to serve those stupid students who would do nothing but piss us off. " Manik yelled and kabir smile and point towards mukti.

It seems I recognized the voice. "The prostitution complex must be burned to the ground!" he exclaimed. "Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest! Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest!" "There is no place for immorality on earth!" "Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest! Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest!" “We live and die in the way of Allah! Are you with me? " "Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest! Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest!"

Arthur whispered, the name sounding like a death rattle. Ivy felt the blood drain from her limbs. She knew that name. Everyone did. Dante Moretti was the 'Kingmaker.' He was a man who didn't just own companies; he owned the people who ran them. He was rumored to have a heart made of cold flint and a soul that had been sold long ago. He was the most dangerous man in the city, and he was walking directly toward them.

I started, “it's the bratva. Romano Mikhalov, the most terrifying man in all Europe.” Aidan McKell cocked his head at me but I gave him an unremorseful shrug. He might be terrifying to most, but he was nowhere on the same level as the pakhan. This union was only in Cellie's interest only, I could definitely fight my battles without Aidan McKell.

Ichabod pleaded. Rasheedat walked to the shelf and took a little bottle of something red. “This is monocane. Doctors use it in small doses as a pain killer but you need it to reduce the power of that beast in you.” “Oh my God!” Ichabod’s face brightened up. “You really think this will work?” Rasheedat shrugged. “ I have been working on this for years and you will be the first to try it. Just a drop on your tongue should do the trick. Let me know if it works.”

The last bit of warmth that I saw in his eyes has disappeared now. My heart skipped a bit as he said tightly clenching my waist, "Sono Imogen Mcmaster, il Don degli inferi. Quale qualifica hai per minacciarmi? So come ottenere ciò che è mio. Lascia ora la sua mano. Odio le altre persone che toccano le mie cose. (I am Imogen Mcmaster, the Don of the underworld. What qualifications do you have to threaten me? I know how to get what's mine )"

There I met a man built like a bear, even bigger than the prince himself. “No need to run.” He had a deep and calming voice devoid of emotions and warmth. His dark eyes, when I dared stare into them, were cold and lifeless, like a man who’d given up on the world. “I was just leaving,” I said nothing as he left, carrying the stench of power with him. Beta Jabari – the prince’s best friend and beta, cursed to wander the world with his master and the rest of his people. He was a strange man – as strange as he was reckless.

It would seem the Khan were very pleased with their spoils. “Even though we are now the greatest power in Starlight, there are still some that dare to oppose us!” a leader suddenly said sternly. This leader was Motte Khan, a loyal Khan leader. His personality was calm, and very rarely did he get angry. “What’s wrong, Motte?” Spout asked. “Yeah, Motte, who would dare oppose us again?” the other leaders asked. “The Zane!” Motte replied sternly. “Zane?” Lewis asked suddenly, carrying with it was a shocked expression.

Macy exits Anna’s office and the next time her door opens, a six feet inch male figure addressed in all black including his nose mask and face cap, strides into Anna’s office gracefully. She stares at him, observing his every move as he removes his face cap from his head, letting his blond loose curls fall effortlessly. Finally, he removes his nose mask and sends Anna a warm smile, making his green eyes sparkle. Just like someone Anna knew. “Nice meeting you doc, I’m Nicholas Montez,” Anna’s patient says, his smile not disappearing from his face. If not that she had to remain professional till the end of his therapy session, Anna would have definitely found herself squealing in excitement ju