My Dreamy Old Husband

Phantom Wolf’s hands wandered over her silky skin as he took a whiff of the faint fragrance between her neck greedily. His tongue swirled gently around her pale, snowy shoulder as he tasted all of her sweetness.

He crouched over her and exhaled his hot breath in her ear. “You’re mine. I was the one who saved you on Salvador Island. You are mine, do you hear me?” he remarked.

Then, he left teeth marks on her shoulder and imprinted his own symbol like a wild beast. As he tasted her warmth and sweetness, there was a tinge of warmth that shot straight to his heart when his cold hands ran over her silky, smooth skin.

That night, the sea was cold as ice. He had escaped Abel’s assination by jumping into the sea and was washed up on Salvador Island.

Quinton didn’t know what he was doing with his life. He obviously didn’t like killing, yet he couldn’t stop killing.

Later on, it dawned upon him that it was because he was born from hatred. His biological father was Theo, the honorary combat martyr who had eliminated a Southwest drug lord. Meanwhile, his biological mother was the daughter of that drug lord; his life was destined to be extraordinary!

If he could turn back time, he wished that Theo had killed Tanya along with her father back then.

Just then, the murky water washed Sophia up shore. When she begged for her life like a dog on the beach, he felt as if he saw another version of himself.

Weren’t they all the same?

Weren’t they living so hard just to fight for a chance of survival? Some people were born destined to be loved by all without having to strive for anything; there would always be someone who’d eventually offer the best things in this world to them.

On the other hand, some people were born with the sole purpose of surviving with all means.

Hope—was one of

he had been born, he was always on the run with his mother, Tanya. When she gave birth to him, she was filled with such a deep resentment that he was drenched in a sea

Poison, and she was a brave and skilled fighter. Meanwhile, his father was Theo, the God of War. As their son, Hope

biological father. Wouldn’t it have been great if he entered the army, became a God

born in the midst of Tanya’s endless hatred toward the Fletcher Family. Phantom Wolf was intrigued by the possibility of the powerful bloodline in him and wanted

Wolf for various reasons. There were boys and girls with different skin colors; some had been kidnapped, some had been stolen, and some were even sold by their own parents. They were from different parts

alive was

sleep in every day, but there was only enough for 50 people. In order to have a meal and a bed to sleep comfortably, these children had to defeat

it was to kill or

bodies of children were sent out, and the numbers started to dwindle down. Those who survived became

They had to maintain high alert at all times to survive, and in the end, only one was left alive out of the

child would become the heir of

the heir of the Phantom Wolf, he was the perfect killing machine to be used

death at first, but he soon realized that there was no quitting in the rules of this

realized that it was too late. His hands were already stained with blood, and the Fletcher Family would never have a

begged for mercy in front of him really made her seem

good mood and

his help, she collapsed at his feet and slowly lost

medicine. Despite outsiders only knowing him as a killer, he was also a proper

her cardiac resuscitation and