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.

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always on the run with his mother, Tanya. When she gave birth to him, she was filled

to the Phantom Wolf. His mother was known as Miss Poison, and she was a brave and skilled fighter. Meanwhile, his father was Theo, the God of

than Michael or even as powerful as his biological father. Wouldn’t it have been great if

of Tanya’s endless hatred toward the Fletcher Family. Phantom Wolf was intrigued by the possibility of the powerful bloodline in him and wanted to raise him as the next generation of Phantom Wolf,

gifted children, he was sent to Phantom Wolf’s base. Majority of the childrens’ parents were from the army and had fallen into the hands of Phantom 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 of the world and spoke different languages, but the only

simply survive and stay alive was already

there were about 100 of them. They were provided with three meals and a bed to 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 different opponents every single

nowhere to run; it was to kill or

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

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

become the heir

comrades and eventually became the heir of the Phantom Wolf, he was the perfect killing machine to be used

had thought about quitting this game of death at first, but he soon realized that there was

it was too late. His hands were already stained with blood, and the Fletcher

front of him really made her seem like a washed-up

a good mood

she collapsed at his feet and slowly lost

to have studied medicine. Despite outsiders

gave her cardiac resuscitation and