We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
The Thief
Adam’s POV “Who sent you?” I asked, looking into the face of the tiny man before me. He was clothed in a black catsuit, one which stuck to his body. A pair of black gloves were present in his hand which were tied to the arm of the chair. His eyes were darkened, and his face had no expressions visible on it, almost like he was lifeless, yet living. I was certain he heard my question although all he did was look into my eyes with a weird smile on his face. Earlier, when he was caught, I ordered him to be brought to the execution room, an underground layer beneath the building. In his hands were a few documents and papers which, when checked, contained the financial records of the pack and some other legal documentation. “Do you think we are here to play a face-game with you? Uhn?” R
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
