Abdl Guy の小説・ストーリー

I won't trade it for anything. He wants an introduction? I oblige him "Amanda, this enormous brown hausa goat in front of you goes by the name Abraham Christopher. And aside from talking about his own good looks and arguing about Messi and Ronaldo, i am positive the only job he takes seriously is chasing young teenage girls." Amanda and Abe are both breathless with laughter. He sucks in a breath and pretends to glare at me. "So now he has introduced you. " she says when she finally catches air.

Amara personally opened the car door for him, and Abel got off with a solemn expression. “Do you know who this is, Dustin? This is Abel Gould, a respected and experienced ex-politician. He was a teacher to many other politicians in high positions in court. Even the king treats him with courtesy and respect!” Amara said pridefully. She acted as if Abel was her relative. “No matter how powerful you are, you have to be courteous to Mr. Gould. If you don’t, his students will squash you with just a word! Get over here and welcome him now!”

“I wouldn’t call him a friend.” The man gave a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest like he’d been wounded. “Alex, that hurts.” He shook his head despondently. “And here I thought we had something special.” I couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped me. I glanced between the two of them, amused by their strange dynamic. “Abigail,” Alexander said then, gesturing between us, “this is Abel Rudd. My business partner.” Abel beamed like he had just been granted a medal of honor. “We collaborate frequently,” he added, puffing his chest. “And might I say, every project we have worked on has been an unquestionable success.”

Ada asked, shaking “You witch, do you want to get me blind?” The man shouted angrily. Ada stood there thinking about how crazy the man sounded. How could he still be so arrogant after he tried forcing himself on her? But he does seem familiar. With a closer look, Ada gasped and said “Abdul?” She was shocked to realise who it was. “What the hell are you doing in my room?” she said very angrily. “Shut up,” Abdul commanded, “You thought you were better than me when I was talking to you earlier. Do you even know who I am? I can make your life very hard in this country?''

We had the cops patrolling the area and keeping things in order as many people began to filter in and out, waiting for the meeting to start. The air was ripe with chatter as I awkwardly stood upon the small podium with Axil, Abel, Liza, Dawson, and a few others. Axil and Abel were conversing with a muscular man that stood tall like a giant, towering over even their 7-foot height. When I had first met him, I was so startled I almost stumbled on my face. The dude looked like a bald head version of the hulk. Maybe that was an exaggeration. A bodybuilder would be a better description. I thought Abel was ripped but then this guy probably soaked every inch of his body in muscles. It made me wonder

Zadkiel gave the brown-haired idiot a dead look in the eyes. “What year you’re living in bro? No, wait a minute, what century?! No one can enslave you now.” Abel sighed as if he was done with his friend’s stupidity. “What are we now? If not slaves?” Zadkiel cocked his eyebrows that made Abel shut his opened mouth that was about to throw more words into the conversation but he was an idiot so he spoke again. “I don’t think this guy is like that. He didn’t seem harmful and looked so into you.” Abel shrugged.

A man, dressed in a robe reminiscent of a literati, stood up and asked, "Laney, who are these..." She promptly explained, "This is the old friend I always mention, Dragon Prince, Abel Mercer. And the person beside him is his good friend, Adrian Xander." Adrian surveyed the man who had spoken, a literati-like figure dressed in black and white, casually fanning himself with a paper fan adorned with written characters—they were too distant to decipher.

I don't care. "Hey," I heard someone call out gently. I traced the voice, watching a guy climb down from the staircase, staring curiously at me. "Who are you?" I asked. He led with a polite, puzzled smile. “I live here—looking for someone?” "Who are you?" I repeated, already infuriated. This was probably the longest I've ever spoken to different mortals in a day. The guy looked strangely at me before responding. "Abel. Reid's brother. Are you here for our dad, Mr. Ashwood? Did Reid do something?" He asked calmly this time.

Abdul said as they drove toward past the Lusaka golf course. " I would say he has signed his death warrant, the bastard, if you ask me," Ibrahim said," then again, he has been around long enough to know that you don't cross the path of the syndicate and live to old age. He should have known that from the time he double-crossed the syndicate, he would be living on borrowed time," he added. " Yeah; and I wish him all the luck- he will, from now on be needing every ounce of it," said Abdul as they drove past the Kabulonga supermarket.

Richard got up from where he sat and went to sit closer to Damon. They stared at each other briefly before he said, "as I said before, Ava has been abducted and it happened the night she went to The Fantasy Club. The man who abducted Ava is a Mafia boss. His name is Ace but he is mostly known as Black Scorpion. He is very dangerous and ruthless.