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After nine years of looking for Qyxiella, Walker finally found her on an isolated island in Peru, but it was too late as Qyxiella was already married. Walker didn't lose hope and still pursued Qyxiella, but his woman wouldn't return to him. She wanted to remain by her husband's side. But Walker forced her to leave the island. The next day, his son, whom he didn't know he had died because he got Qyxiella out of the island!
Bler Walker
The club's noise hadn't died as the crowd cramped on the dancefloor-the rhythm of their drunken movement danced with the music as they swayed their sweaty bodies. As the night turned deep, the people inside swarmed like bees rather than condensing. Watching this sea of people didn't lift my sour mood. My thick bushy brows wrinkled in annoyance as I remembered why I was here in this Goddamn place!
I slammed the empty glass of whiskey I was holding, so strong that it almost shattered before pouring another and quickly swallowing it like someone would snatch it from me. The bitterness of it drew into my throat, but I ignored that because what I felt was even more bitter, that no matter how much liquor I drank, it wouldn't go away.
My handsome face was crumpled with annoyance, flushed red from alcohol. Squinting my protruding blue eyes as I stared darkly at the glass of whiskey I was holding as if it was a piece of shit, putting all my frustrations into the cause of this foul mood.
I am in a famous bar somewhere in the Philippines, drowning myself in alcohol alone while ignoring the flirty caresses of the women hinting at me. I was not in the mood to f*ck anyone, so I continued drinking.
I wanted to drink until I couldn't remember what day it was today, believing that the anger inside me would go downhill through this. My FBI boss was the reason why I was enraged. He'd f*cking fired me from my beloved job as one of the FBI's assets in the Philippines.
I had just finished my last mission when the superior informed me that I no longer had to report. I was expecting a promotion. I would eventually become an FBI agent, but that dream remained wishful thinking because it drained instantly, making me curse my superior for mistreating me.
I successfully dispatched my target on my last mission. However my superior suddenly informed me that my asset status was over for some unknown reason. The target I killed was wrong, that's what my superior claimed. And if I don't want to be the FBI's next target, I'd better just quit. He will help me explain it to the higher-ups as long as I am gone. Like, what the hell? Someone is setting me up!
"F*ck that stupid director! I was doing my job! Damn it! Damn him to death!" I growled. My jaw tightened as I continued staring sharply at the glass of whiskey. It was as if my anger would pass if I stared at it like it was my superior's face.
I did not know how to cool myself, and the alcohol was not enough to relieve it.
My job in the FBI would save me from managing our family business. I didn't want to tie my freedom with it. I am not an office-type of guy. I am the type of guy who likes action. So I chose to be an FBI asset rather than handling my parents' business. Also, I am only twenty-two years old, too young to get serious in life. I am not yet ready to take care of our family business. My sex life would also be in prison if I were doing business.
My glass nearly shattered when I knocked it hard on the bar counter before hurrying to leave it to go to the bathroom because I could feel the call of nature.
I staggered because of the amount of alcohol I drank. As I head across the expansive dancefloor, I push everyone blocking my path, not minding the angry stares of the people dancing.
My movements were swaying back and forth between drunk bar hoppers. They were already sweating bullets while dancing on the dance floor. The potent smell of alcohol and sweat mixed, but I didn't care. I angrily tore them apart to make my way to the bathroom.
"Goddammit!" I groaned when I nearly fell to the floor while shoving the people blocking my way.
I felt dizzy from the amount of alcohol I drank. I would have almost fallen if not for the arm that suddenly wrapped around my waist to support me. But out of drunkenness, I shook the hand that was holding me.
"Don't touch me!" I snapped. My voice was raspy. I continued to the comfort room. I did not notice that the person I had rejected had fallen to the floor. I walked straight to the bathroom and didn't care if someone crashed on the dancefloor.
I finally reached the bathroom even though I was staggering. I quickly opened one of the unoccupied cubicles, immediately released my full bladder, and felt relieved afterward.
I was washing my hands when, suddenly, the door slammed open, and someone entered. I raised my guard, even though I was drunk, thinking that the one who entered was there to stir trouble. I slightly reduced the faucet's flow without raising my head when I heard the faint click of the door being locked.
Apart from the newcomer and me, no one else was inside the large bathroom with ten cubicles facing each other. I ignored the other party and continued to wash my hands even though my dizziness slowly intensified and I almost cracked my head.
I was stunned to hear the sound of shoes made by the person who had just entered. I was dizzy and had a headache, but I couldn't go wrong with the sound of the stiletto approaching me.
I turned off the faucet, looked up, and stared in the mirror at the figure of the person who entered.
My eyebrows met because I wasn't mistaken in my suspicion. A woman entered-a beautiful and sexy woman. When I saw her in a purple sleeveless dress, with her eyebrows raised and staring at my reflection in the mirror, my almost drowsy body suddenly became alive. My stern-looking face became even more charismatic.
The woman's dress was tight-fitting, and I could see the sexy figure in it, especially her curvy chest, which was slightly exposed because of her dress style.
I grinned as if I had won the lottery and immediately turned forward to face the woman. My giddiness suddenly disappeared, and my body was hungry with desire because of the woman's presence. My appetiteless lust suddenly came to life, and my libido suddenly surged.
'How am I this lucky? Will you still refuse when grace itself comes to you?" I smirked while looking intently at the woman in front of me. I would not allow this night to pass without tasting this woman.
"Hmmm... I think you entered the wrong toilet, miss!" My words flew out fluently. My deep baritone voice echoed in the comfort room while my eyes were busy raking her body from head to toe. Nice curves, damn! Luscious lips, pointed nose, perfect curved brows, and her eyes! Green!
My throat felt dry, and I finally lost my intoxication as I watched the woman in front of me.
She's a Goddess! That brunette hair suits her perfectly! Is she a foreigner? Is she lost? Thinking about this, my smirk turned into a broad grin. I was about to open my mouth to speak, but the words stuck in my throat when the woman stepped closer to me.
Without a word, her palm flew and slapped my cheek. "You insolent, arrogant man!" she scolded me suddenly. Her words were fierce, but the innocent look on her face still showed vividly. So I was not moved by her anger and continued staring at her.
I ignored the fact that the woman was too close to me as my eyes fixed on that gentle but attractive face. Even though the woman's sharp eyes were glaring at me, I didn't stop gazing. Instead, I deeply inhaled her sweet-scented smell.
Hmm . . . Versace!
I was turned on even more instead of getting angry even though the woman slapped me. I could feel my pants tightening. My raging desire was rampaging inside my masculine body when I accidentally glanced at her chest.
F*ck! Those two soft and protruding mountains! How does it feel to be licked and-
"F*ck!"
My imagination was suddenly shattered when the woman slapped me harshly. No, scratched that- the woman punched me!
This time, I already felt pain because of the force that had blown on my face.
"You p*rvert! Stop looking at my bre*st!" she glared at me while covering her front with her smooth and fair arms. She was furious and couldn't help but step away from me as if I were a perverted bastard.
I scowled at the woman and took a threatening step toward her.
"What is your problem, woman? Why did you suddenly enter the man's bathroom?" I looked around to see if I had entered the correct bathroom and if I might have made a mistake. I was delighted when I knew I was in the right place. I continued, "And you suddenly slapped me and told me I am a p*rvert? You should know this is a men's toilet when you enter this bathroom!" My eyebrows furrowed tightly, and my face looked dark. My index finger was pointing at the masculine sign near the door. I tried to suppress the irritation I felt because of her accusations. The beauty of this woman was the sole reason I could hold back my anger.
"The nerve of you to ask me, you insolent man!" She was about to slap me again when I blocked her hand and held it tightly restraining her chance to take it back. My voice was tainted with irritation when I spoke.
"I have enough of you calling me insolent!" I angrily snapped while menacingly looking at the woman. I am losing my cool because of her accusations, but I tried my best to suppress them. I don't want to hurt this woman.
In a flash, I found myself quickly pulling her to the nearest cubicle. I pressed her body against the wall so that she could not resist. The woman tried to get out of my grip. Her knees moved, and she wanted to kick me, but I compressed her thighs tightly using my two legs, suppressing her every movement.
Wild, unrestrained, and ruthless. A dangerous man you wouldn't wish to encounter. Keyller Rafe Hayes, bestowed the title Earl of Ulster at young age, but experienced downfall at the age of 18. His entire family, together with the butlers and all the staff in the palace was mercilessly killed on the day of his birthday. War broke out and rebels succeeded in forcing Keyller to escape and left the place he called home. The tragedy has caused Keyller to become as merciless and cold as ice. He lost interest in the opposite sex because the killer of his family were women. He tracked down the people behind the murder of his entire family to avenge them but instead, he found Foedus-a secret organization where he found help and allies. Could Foedus be his way to take back what is his mine? or it is the reason that will force him to put himself inside a body bag?
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"