Novel & Cerita Action Fiction

My mate tilts his huge gun metal grey head back and howls to the moon Goddess telling our team to start. Dylan’s wolf growls, dropping to a fighting stance the minute Clay howls. I don’t give him a chance to attack my mate. I leap at him, biting into his left shoulder ripping the flesh from it and spitting it out. It howls in pain but refuses to attack me.

“THREE! TWO! ONE! ACTION!” Jordan found himself shouting, he hated that he was back to the traditional way of directing becasue these humans won’t learn how to stick to simple instructions. He was having it bad and he needed to deal with it as fast as he could.They were supposed to be close to shooting some of the last scenes but here they were still trying to get the characters comfortable with each other.

Inhaling, Logan gripped the doorknob tighter, pushed the door opened. Grunts escalated through the kitchen as Logan dashed out into the open. He made it just in time to see Clive stumble backward. He collapsed against the stovetop. One hand landed on the burner. Pots and pans tumbled to the floor arranging clusters of explosions. Shocked, Clive slipped to the floor for a brief second before realizing what transpired. He struggled to his feet. Logan lunged for him! The men clashed, tussling. They punched, ducked, kicking one another. Then weapons showed up in the struggle. Logan pulled out a knife. Clive grabbed a frying pan from the floor. He swung it at Logan’s head. Logan ducked dodging e

Just then, Sydney stormed into the room and saw everything. Her voice rang out sharp and angry as she marched up to me. “Aaron, what the hell do you think you're doing? Is this some kind of workplace bullying now?” I gave her a cold, sarcastic smile. “Workplace bullying? Please. I wouldn’t dare.”

See how hurt he is. Red marks marred his stomach. Her fingers traced the proof that Jacob had punched him there. She felt his rib cage, where more marks showed. She didn’t feel any broken bones. His belly had firm, hard muscles even while he lay lax, but she didn’t feel anything that would suggest internal bleeding. She tried to stay professional but her fingertips lingered a little too long as she traced an intricate pattern of muscle groups. She couldn’t deny touching him affected her as a woman. He was forbidden, dangerous, and sexy.

“President Bates, you must’ve misunderstood. We had our reasons—” Ian interrupted with a scoff, “Misunderstood? You think I’d partner with scum like you? Dream on!”

Her boss Cindy Montreal is a classy and sophisticated lady but sometimes she is childish and plans evil things for her enemy. Cindy Montreal is a famous author under the pen name of aphrodisiacs. She is writing hot steamy romance but she is known for her thrilling stories that are full of killing. And she is also the heir of her mother's hotels and lands as the only daughter of her parents. " Madam. What do you want me to do when we get there?" Herriot asked. Cindy just smiled at Herriot as she put her index finger on her lips as she was signing Herriot to quiet.

"If she wins, are you planning to meet her?" Detective Kathy immediately ran away from the journalist as fast as she could and quickly got into her car. She started the car and tried to drive away, but the journalists kept blocking her way, some of them trying to interview her through the window. She honks at the car, hoping they will immediately give way, but unfortunately they don’t. Out of desperation, she left the car and fired her pistol in the sky, which caused the panic and the running away from her.

Sorin hissed. "What I am just telling the truth" Maceo scoffed. Maceo stood there watching Sorin as he continued with his light warm up. "Do you really have to go and fight, Sorin?" Maceo sighed frustratedly "Just because you got into an argument with Eira doesn't mean you go and get yourself beaten up" "We didn't get into an argument" Sorin groaned "I—" "I just said some things I wasn't supposed to" "So? You are gonna go and get yourself beaten up" Maceo questioned

No one would think it wasn't Jackson Whyte speaking on the phone. The regular cursing and nonchalant attitude of the race car driver were intact. 'He's upset the whole group, got the boss and Xerxes angry, yet he takes his precious time to get here. Huff, when I get that idiot…' Unfortunately, he had to be patient and wait. This area had beautiful scenery but he was not in the mood to admire the environment. He sighed and rested on his car. "Freeze! Hands up!" Reflexively pulling his gun, Dizon pointed it at the man who spoke but froze when he saw four other guns pointed at him.