Novel & Cerita Andestine

THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V. The limousine rolled through the streets of North Central New York, one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Philadelphia. Sterling and James are on their way to the "la fonte" hotel. This was the location where Sterling and James were told to meet Ferdinand the assassin. Sterling had contacted Ross Robert, one of the best contractors in the underworld, to help him get in contact with Ferdinand.

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He is so knowledgeable and she was really amazed how Luther knew everything from these places. "We save a lot from having a tourist guide. You seemed to know everything from beautiful places here in Cebu," Kristina said happily to him. "You can just pay me later for my service for you today. I am honored to be your tour guide, my Queen," Luther bowed while replying to Kristina. "We shall pay a visit to give our respect at Basilica Minore del Santo Nino de Cebu. It is where you can see the revered flemish statuette of the Santo Nino," he said to her.

She was still scared but it didn't affect me so much now I was in front of him. "What is your name?" He asked me looking into my eyes as if he was taking away all my pain and fear. "Alexandria." "Mine is Aden." His name suited him I could already imagine him being called 'Alpha Aden of Midnight Warrior pack'. "Why did you cry my little wolf?" "She is scared of you," I replied in a short sentence too scared to say too much. "Your wolf?" He asked surprised when I nodded, he then turned to my Alpha, "I need to talk to you."

Chapter 51 Lyla's POV: Pulling out my phone, I typed a quick message to Justin: “I found a lead on Matteo. It’s a rundown orphanage in Cabo San Lucas called St. Maria Kenston. I’m currently standing in front of the building, just wanting to notify you about my location in case anything happens.” I slipped the phone back into my pocket and pushed the heavy door open. The inside was no better than the exterior. Dust blanketed every surface, and the air reeked of mildew and decay. The faint sound of dripping water echoed through the desolate halls.

Her sister has gone there many times and she remembers it very well, even now. “Correct. Cambodia.” “Phnom Penh.” “Correct. Lebanon.” “Beirut.” “....Uzbekistan.” “Tashkent” “...Brunei.” “Bandar Seri Begawan.” “....Croatia.” “Zagreb.” “...Norway.” “Oslo.” “...Djibouti” “Djibouti City” “...Georgia.” “Tbilisi.” “And lastly, Sri Lanka.” “Sri Jayawardenepura Kotte.”

Either way it was dangerous and had to be stopped. Dawn sighed “you’re right”, she conceded “they don’t” she moved her hand away “alright Danny I’ll help”. “Dawnie, we owe you big time”, Daniel said, relieved. “Yes you do”, Dawn said “now, where is this taking place?” “A small town in Indiana called Edenvale”, the younger Wesson brother answered. “I’ll head off right away”, Dawn told him “just hang in there Daniel” and with that she hung up.

I calmly cooed, taking a step toward her. She looked indecisive, narrowing her eyes in on me, and furrowing her brows in the process, "Who are you?" She murmured, "What are you?" Her voice was clearer as she asked those questions and I couldn't help but stare at her wide-eyed. It was such an odd question that I didn't expect from her. "What do you mean?" I asked, feigning unsureness, "My name is Zion Collins and although I said that I'm from Pluto, Angel face, I lied. I'm actually human."

"Are you kidding me? The mountains are gloriously humongous. Especially in a port city like Cape town." "No way, Cape town?" Natie's eyes widened really wide. "But Mr Sterling said that the destination was a surprise for everyone. How did you...he told you, didn't he?" Anelia moved her head sideways repeatedly. "What can I say? Perks of being a guardian. And it still is a surprise -well- for the rest of your classmates it still is. So," she put her index finger over her lips. "Oh, of course. My lips are sealed," Natie dramatically zipped her mouth and did some weird gesture that resembled her snipping off the imaginary zip. They both burst out in laughter.

“You’ve failed me in other ways.” He didn’t respond to that. Instead, he shifted in his seat and said, “If you must know, we’re heading to our family’s private island. It’s called Amato’s Island.” Antonia blinked in disbelief. “Wait—you’re joking, right? Your family owns the A Island? The one celebrities pay millions just to vacation on?” Alessandro gave a small, prideful smirk. “That’s the one.” “I’ve read about it. They say it’s more like a hidden city—private chefs, elite doctors, zero paparazzi. The kind of place most people never even dream of setting foot in.” Her eyes widened. “But… how? It’s not even on any map.”