๐ณ๐นTHE KILLER MACHINE.๐ซ๐ณ And ๐ฅ๐น{The Beautiful Woman That... ....Owns A Flower Store} ๐น๐ฅ SYNOPSIS. ๐ฅ๐ปLEILANI๐ป ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐...... I'm an orphan who was picked up by the roadside and left on the gate of a convent when I was a baby. I was raised by Reverend sisters and I spent all twenty three years of my life in the convent. I went to school there and did everything in the big convent, I've never been on my own until six months ago. When I told the sisters that I want to go out on my own, Sister Bernadette was scared because I've never been on my own before. Six months later, I'm doing fine. In a small quiet town, everything is great. The people are good. All was going really well.....until the day he showed up. The scariest man I've ever seen. And the way he looks at me? It's a look I don't understand but it never fails to send shivers down my spine. Who is he? What does he want from me? ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ZERO๐ซ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐..... I am the bad guy of this story. Every story has a villain, and I am that villain. You can call me, Number Zero. Or Zero, for short. Frankly, I don't care. I am a born killer and I'm called The Killer Machine in the dark world, the part of the world do-gooders don't see. Think of every name you would call a professional killer, and give me that name, because you wouldn't be wrong. I would like to tell you that I try to do good, to do the right thing but that would be a lie. I don't see any need why I have to lie here. I am a very bad man, don't go searching for good because it's not there. I have so much darkness in me that if you stay in my mind for a long time, you go dark too. Don't mistake this for a confession because it is not. I'm not seeking for forgiveness and if you give it, I won't accept it. I'm not seeking for redemption here. My sins are my own. The first day I saw her, I just knew something. My new fascination. My first fascination in all my thirty three years of life. . . Two opposites! How will their love story be like? What happens in this story? NOTE: ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ผ ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐. . . Who is in for the ride of this story? Your likes and Comment and Shares will speak for you, if I should write this story. Or delete this synopsis.
๐ณ๐นTHE KILLER MACHINE.๐ซ๐ณ๐
And
๐ฅ๐น{The Beautiful Woman That...
....Owns A Flower Store}๐น๐ฅ
๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ผ๐บ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ.
EPISODE 1. WATCHING HER.... STALKING HER.
๐ZERO๐ซ
"Please, don't kill me, please!" Greg pleaded, lying down there in the pull of his own blood.
I popped my gun and pointed it to his head. Mentally, I calculated the distance between the cold metal in my hand and his brain.
Should I shoot his medulla oblongata or his cerebellum?
"Please! Please! Why do you want to kill me, you motherfucker!? I am your boss!"
His forehead, I concluded.
"Not anymore." I pulled the trigger and watched his brain splutter everywhere, most part of it took up a residence on the wall.
I turned and started out, walking straight to the door.
"So, what now?" Morris asked following up behind me.
"Now, you clean up. I won't be coming in today. Tell the boss I'll be in tomorrow morning. He can call if there's an emergency."
"You going to the house?"
"No."
"You going to fuck some pussy?" I heard the amusement in his voice.
"Fuck you, Morris."
His laughter trailed behind me as I got to my car and entered it. I faced the cheeky bastard, "Clean up here, keep your eyes open. Call me if there's anything."
"You're holding out on me, Zero. Have a heart, man and invite this cock."
I drove off, having one destination on mind.
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I packed in my usual spot beneath a broken streetlight. I car passed, blocking my view and I waited it out, until finally, the stupid car sped up.
Her flower shop came into view. ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ถ'๐ ๐ฆ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฎ๐น ๐ช๐ถ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐, is the name of her flower shop.
The glow from the windows reflected on the wet, black pavement. The flowers in the window promised romance to anyone who ventured inside to buy them.
Then, she came into view.
Leilani Daniel...Lani, for short.
She stood behind her counter, her dark hair curling around her shoulders as she fussed with a ribbon on a vase of pink and yellow roses.
She cocked her head to the side and stepped back to study her handiwork. Not satisfied, she pulled the bow free and cut along the lengths of satiny ribbon.
Then she ran her scissors down the strips. They snapped back, the tendrils curling against each other until they looked like a wild white bloom.
Her fingers worked with delicate precision, each movement focused on creating beauty from nothing.
When she surveyed her work again, her lips stretched into that beautiful smile that always leave me fucking entranced.
I've seen smiles before, all fucking kinds. But I've never seen one as beautiful as hers.
There is this blatant innocent that clings to her so strong, it might as well be written in bold letters and engraved on her forehead.
The first time I saw her down the streets, I was driving away after doing a job to see her buying things from a store. I was fascinated.
I've never been fascinated in a long damn time.
Every damn man in this fucking town has an interest in her. Even damn man must stare whenever she passes, and why won't they?
She is easily the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I've seen a lot of bitches.
Beauty, and that fucking innocence she radiates at the slightest gesture, makes her so....... I drew a blank, not finding the damn adjective I was searching for.
Never been good with words. Just give me a gun or any torture device and I'll show you how I invented the word "Pro".
I'm not a good man or anything of that sort. No, I'm the worst kind of bad, and I fucking want that woman in the flower shop.
Staring at the beauty, I want to fucking own her. I want to dirty her up.
I want to lay her flat on her back and fuck her raw and hard until she is raw from it. I want to pump her full with my cum and watch it drip down her leg as she stands on shaky legs, that angelic face of hers glazed with desire or pleasure or pleasure/pain. Anyone.
I fucking love pleasure. But I feed off pain. Shove the both together and it's called heaven.
That light that clings to her almost like that innocence wrapped around her is beckoning to me.
It's as if her light is fucking drawing my darkness.
I catalogued every move she made, from the way she pulled her hair over one shoulder to the slight jut of her hips when she favored her left foot.
My need to possess her thrummed along with the steady beat of my heart, but I counseled patience.
I have been watching her for the past two months but time couldn't stop my growing obsession.
I wanted to devour her. I want to eat her whole, and snuff out her innocence and light until she has become one with me. One with the darkness inside me.
And I will do that.
I will get her, but not now.
Soon.
I started my car and drove away.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. ๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ๐ณ Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
On their wedding night, Rogelio wrapped his fingers around Marian's neck and spat at her, "Congratulations! From now on, you live in hell!" The reason for his wrath was that he believed she was responsible for the death of his elder brother. So, he married her but refused to touch her, determined to make her suffer for the rest of her pitiful life! However, due to an unforeseen accident, Marian was forced to sleep with Rogelio in order to save him, and she ended up getting pregnant. Concealing her pregnancy, Marian lived cautiously under Rogelio's watchful eyes. He hated her and relentlessly humiliated her, yet he would never allow anyone else to lay a finger on herโ "Mr. Bailey, your wife got into a fight with someone!" Rogelio secretly took action, eliminating that person completely. "Sir, your wife claimed that all of your family's wealth belongs to her!" Rogelio quietly transferred all the shares to her. Unaware of all this, Marian only wanted to escape, but Rogelio pulled her into his warm embrace, whispering, "Mrs. Bailey, where do you intend to go with our unborn child?"
Daisy is the illegitimate daughter of Mr. Hubert. His company went bankrupt, so he asked for help from Drkov's house. They agreed to help Mr. Hubert but with one condition. One of his two daughters must marry their nephew - Atlas Drkov. Atlas Drkov is a billionaire but he is disabled and uses a wheelchair. Yaretzi - daughter of Mr. Hubert's official wife - does not accept marrying a disabled man. She and her parents made a plan. They kidnapped Daisy's mother, threatened her, and forced her to marry Atlas. To save her mother, she accepted. However, after getting married, she fell in love with this man, and so did he. Difficulties start from here.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"