3rd Espada Novels & Stories

I scan the crowd but couldn't find them. "Shit"I cuss as I ran out of the club and enter my car immediately. "Let go"I tap my driver and he drive out of the place immediately. "That close"I sigh deeply. I arrive at our suite and to my surprise the guys aren't back yet including Tessa. "Bull shit"I cuss. ✍️ Authoress Ricky ✍️ VENDETTA "You can't even finish a simple mission"Mr. Spainal yelled at all of us as he video chat the group.

Doesn't he Corel? Corel didn't respond. She had been silent ever since I found out that Kramen was the one who killed our pup; probably too shattered and heartbroken to even speak... Drawing in a long, shaky breath, I tried again, “I, Melinda Spencer; a member of the Moonmist Pack, hereby….. Damn!” I threw up my arms in frustration and stomped. Despite everything Kramen had done, I just couldn’t bring myself to say those words, to reject him.

"Y-Yeah... why?" "Maybe there are clues in the notes. Is it still with you?" "I threw it away," she said, then switched the T.V. channel. She doesn't like late night shows anymore. More dramas and nonsense shows. "Oh," her friend said regretfully. "Keep the notes next time. You know... maybe one of these days he might introduce himself in a note." "His name is Third. That's always on the note, eh." "So, do you know anyone who has the same name?"

Rafael said. "So there is no such thing as a Third Chance Mate in the werewolf world, which is why everything is so confusing to me." 'Yes, it's unusual for me. We're exceptional. That's why we have a third opportunity,' Scarlet said. "Scarlet, are you serious?" Astrid exclaimed loudly. "Astrid, what happened? What does Scarlet have to say?" Rafael asked. "She claims we're special, which is why we have a Third Chance Mate," Astrid explained.

Tiny fiery sparkles surrounded me and the split metallic bullet fell to the ground. I raised my head and I saw a guy with blonde hair standing on the stairs holding a gun pointed at me. "I won't lie, you have good reflexes. I was sure that shot should have killed you if you didn't block it.," he said and cracked his gun. "You've done the worst. How unfortunate for you, for me to pull my Katana against you," I breathed. "I want to tell you something interesting, do you know why these Katanas are called Espada de la Muerte because whenever I pull them out my opponent either gets killed or seriously injured." I ran towards him and he shot me but I blocked it with my katana. He kept on shooting

The princess was surprised to learn that the troublemaker was actually a member of Mei’s family. Mei Yuan, a young master notorious as a playboy and extremely arrogant within the kingdom, was a prime example of the nobility at its worst. But even though he caused many problems, the kingdom could not punish him because his father, Mei Pan, was a third-rank noble. In the Chu kingdom’s social hierarchy, the ranks are: soldiers; first- through third-rank nobles; barons; viscounts; earls; marquises; and dukes. A third-rank noble is almost on par with a baron, especially since the issue lies with the noble’s behavior—even if he is only a third-rank noble.

Matteo asked, his whole attention was in whatever Stefano was saying, his eyes looking very determined, Stefano stared at those eyes, the way the steel blue looked back at him, as if he was the only one in the room, he knew Matteo was only interested in what he had to say. "I called Martineli, he was the only other arms dealer that sold good stuff like this, and in bulk like I do" he explained, his eyes leaving Matteo and landing on Spade. "At first he didn't want to come, courtesy of the devil here" he said gesturing his head towards Spade "everyone in the underworld knows how much you hate my guts, maybe that's why the people who sold the arms to me asked me to kill you" this made Spade to

“I wasn’t suggesting anything, just making an observation. Clearly, with what limited knowledge we have, we’re not ready to call him out. Maybe we should approach this a different way and try to get to the facts, or as close as we can anyway, by focusing on one question at a time. It seems to me the most significant one remains: Who is the elephant man? We know he’s a murderer. We know he has medical and scientific knowledge. We know he has called us here to Bavaria, Germany. We believe the reason he has called us has to do with our bloodlines and some kind of evolution involving a theoretical Third Twin. We believe he is possibly the brother of a set of identical triplets dead by his own ha

But rather then think about the numbers of how much enemies were remaining, they ditched it out of their mind and instead focused on eliminating them. Meanwhile, on the other side, King Marcellus stood proudly on his ground as he effortlessly slayed almost ten Eastian men and soldiers with one swipe of his hand where a single, purple, glowing light came out of it in the form of a whip–enough to take lives in a blink. The battle had just begun but he was already wearing a victorious face. When Ferlah and Kalen saw this, it reminded them of something that they had seen much closer. "No wonder the Saortian king has the guts to challenge Noartias and Eastias at the same time. He has found someon

Mathew didn't care anyway. "My secret." Philip said with a smile and they both laughed. "Anyway, this is Clara Hamilton, and Clara, this is Philip Cruz." Dr. Mathew said. "Nice to meet you," Clara said shaking hands with Philip. "And you too." Philip replied. "Ella es hermosa ¿no?" Dr. Matthew asked in Spanish because he knew that Clara couldn't understand it. In translation, he was asking Philip, if Clara was beautiful and Philip smiled. "You have a very good sense of humor, Dr. Mathew." Philip replied, determined not to let the old man's question get into his head. He didn't like cheating people so her had to answer in English so as avoid the question.