911 Fanfiction Buck Stands Up For Himself Mga Nobela at Kwento

The friend who was standing near the switchboard quietly sneaked outside and ran away. "This Cody pitch!" Buck uttered the madness. Then Jasper's other friend also tried to sneak out since Shane's enraged eyes were only on Jasper. He also ran outside shouting, "Forgive me, Jasper!" Yet, Shane's intense glare didn't shake a little or look away. Witnessing Jasper's heavy breath that spoke for his terrify, Buck ran and stood in front of him facing Shane. Shane's feet stopped moving further switching his furious glaze to Buck, who was trying to be bold, "Stop being like this to him. He's scared of you."

“Dom. I can’t do forty floors. Not with this lung.” “You’re not.” I looked at Aliyah. “She’s not.” Aliyah’s jaw set. “Yes, I am. USB’s up there. You said it. Judges. Cops. My name’s on it. I’m not waiting in the car while you play hero.” “You’re not press right now. You’re target.” “I was target the second I dialed 911.” Her thumb moved on her phone. Screen faced down. Message to: Ledger Tipline - Sent.

Phone face-down. Richard Arch had boarded at Heathrow. 6pm departure. JFK arrival. Time check: 3:52. Then again: 3:52. One message left. She's moving. Be ready. Sent. Phone face-down. Lamp off.

085 **Stanley’s POV** I strode back to the Nexus Bar, my guards trailing close behind, their heavy footsteps echoing my determination. Pausing at the entrance, I peered inside, my eyes locking onto Alora and Russel as they chatted at their plastic table. Each time Alora laughed at one of his dumb jokes, a sharp pang of anger twisted in my chest. My fists clenched at my sides, and for a fleeting moment, I imagined storming over and landing a solid punch on Russel’s smug face—preferably once Alora was out of sight. But I had a better plan, one that would hit harder and leave no room for error.

The door swung open to reveal a dingy room—stained carpet, a sagging bed, curtains that had probably been white once but were now a sickly yellow. "Inside." I stepped in, my mind racing for escape routes. There was one window, but it was covered with bars. The door was the only way out, and Bruce stood blocking it. He locked the door behind us, pocketing the key. Then he turned to face me, that knife still in his hand. "Strip." The word hit me like a physical blow. "What?" "You heard me. Take off your clothes." "No." My voice shook but held firm. "Whatever you're planning, Bruce, you won't get away with it. People know where I am—"

he said. I grabbed his arm before he could walk away. “It’s him,” I whispered. He looks at me for a moment, then nods. “I know…” I shook my head. I’m scared. Rich gently holds my hand. “It’s going to be fine. Trust me.” The banging continued, until we couldn't ignore it anymore. Rich unlocked the door. Standing there, dressed impeccably in a dark suit, is Alpha Reginald Hitwell. Two tall men in black suits stand behind him like last time

Slowly, he holds my shoulders and makes sure that my feet are firmly on the ground. I really could disappear at this point. “Thank you for cheering for me today.” He says, bringing his hand up to his black hair, so dark it looks like a starless sky. And seeing him like that, sweaty and with his chest exposed, I can't help but remember our night again. I clear my throat, “I didn't cheer for you.” Jasper gives a cocky smile and raises his eyebrows, “Really? I could have sworn I saw you stand up for that last basket…”

I propped myself up and kept listening. When the discussion wound down, I made my way to the lounge area. My feet betrayed me. I tipped backward. Someone caught me, and the arms were warm. I opened my eyes. The face I least wanted to see in the world was right above mine. "You okay?" Adrian asked, quietly. I shoved off him and steadied myself on a table. "I'm fine. Thank you, Alpha." He frowned and held out a pill. "Don't push your luck if you can't drink."

she blotted out. With that, I stood up to where she was seated, and I lifted her jaw, which resulted in her looking me in the eyes, So I said, "Whether you like it or not, the night we had will be repeated countless times, and there is nothing, I mean nothing you can do about it, and never let it out of your head that I, Dante Blaze is the man you had a one night stand with and trust me, I will make you mine," Saying this, I saw the fear in her face, and then I freed her jaw from my hand.

Buck smirked and looked up abruptly before laughing maniacally. Wilbur stopped reaching for chips and asked, "Is it that funny?" "It is." Buck nodded hard, and he was tearing up from laughing. He asked, "Did you know that Brian worked for me? You killed him, but I gave you free chips. Now it's raining, and you're in my car eating chips. Don't you think it's hilarious? How can you do this to me?" Wilbur stared at Buck. Suddenly, the smile on Buck's face gradually froze. They stared at each other. Three seconds later, the right door of the car was blown away with Wilbur flying out of the car.