Novel & Cerita Anthony Mackie

Mike asked. "Nevermind that, I have what you want," Anthony placed a black bag in front of Mike then opened the zipper. Mike looked inside and grinned. "Rich man, huh?" he scoffed. "Fifty thousand dollars. All paid, now you can leave Faith Williams and her sister alone," Anthony said grimly. "Sounds good to me," Mike shrugged. "And here's another fifty to stay away from Mary. Tell your men to never sell drugs to her again," Anthony said as he placed a second bag on the table.

Meyer paused. "In there," she said, gesturing her hand toward the door. Avery’s hand trembled as she knocked softly. "Come in," a deep, raspy voice rumbled through the door. She opened the door slow and cautiously. Anthony sat behind the desk in a wheelchair, dressed in a black shirt and matching denim. His tousled dark hair looked like he has just crawled out of bed after a night of rough sex. His ocean-blue eyes, cold and unreadable, pierced hers.

She questioned "Yes, I do. My mother's pack." "Okay." She said. "So all we have to do is let Alpha Anthony know." She said, opening the door. And there stood Anthony at the door of my room. "Have you been here the whole time?" I asked him. "Well..." he said, smiling. "It is great that you are here." Maureen, said to Anthony. *** "No!" Anthony was firmly against it before Maureen had even finished speaking. "It's one of the most painful but best ways to completely heal my Lord." Maureen said.

I used to be confident wherever I am but the way he looks at me stripped all the confidence I possessed. "Hi, I'm Anthony, Mike's brother." friendly saad of Mike's older brother and sat across from his brother next to me to my left. Lalaine is on the right. When Raxon sat in front of me, I did my best to look as normal as possible. I was devastated to see his cold look at me. His eyes are dark yet blazing with so much coldness. I couldn't help but ask my brain. Does this person eat ice? It's just pure cold.

~ (Raziel) "Anthony, what do you have to report?" I asked curiously.  Anthony was my second in command. He was tall and muscular like any Reaver. He sported dark hair, dark bronze eyes, and a straight expression almost always. He had a crescent moon tattooed on the right side of his face with vines going down his neck. He handled all my dirty work, the cleanup, the reports. He did literally anything and everything I asked with complete obedience. Absolutely no questions asked and this is why I keep him around.

"No... no, not really." "Yeah, Anthony, you remember, right? Abbie said she had to study for the exam that was coming up." "No. She didn't." " yeah, she did. Come on, buddy, help me out," he says with gritted teeth, whispering at Anthony. Anthony looked at him confused but caught on to Hunter's game, making me roll my eyes. Did they really think I was falling for this bogus act? I scuffed, chuckling as I rolled my eyes.

Nick came to meet me and asked me to meet his pack because he said we are going to stay there for a few days after our marriage so I went to meet the members of his pack. His pack's name is Blue Stone Pack. It is a little away from the city side and the place is green and beautiful. I met his Alpha first. His name is Atlas Myles Rozell and he was so curt and emotionless that I shivered as soon as he looked back into my eyes. His eyes were emotionless. But surprisingly he turned out to be Nick's childhood friend along with Scott— his beta friend and Thomas, his second Beta friend. Wow, I thought Nick had no friends but he proved me wrong.

With a growl, he started off to their hideout still fuming. Still in his wolf form, he crept into the place through the backdoor which only he knows and changed back to his human form. His teeth clenched hard as he located his clothes and bundled himself up. His name is Arthur Murray. The Alpha king of the Crescent moon pack. The image of the human hunter that had chased him in the woods still lingered in his head and made his blood boil the more. He had only let his wolf out for a little hunting, having no idea he would bump into the one he and every werewolves dreads the most. Pure Humans! The sight of a werewolf makes their fingers itch to kill.

I blurted out, not really thinking about the answer. “Really? Why?” “Well, apparently he’s rich and….” “Rich?! That motherfucker can stalk me if he wants to. Shit I’ll even send dick pics.” Anthony said with a serious face. I just shook my head. “I don’t think he’s into guys, but he’s some financial guru or something like that, she was saying,” I said and Anthony’s eyes grew large. “Financial guru? You make it sound like she has Malachi Brooks stalking her,” Anthony uttered. I looked at him and froze.

“What more do you want?” “I don’t know.” He shrugged. “A little personality?” Corey looked over. “You okay?” “I’m fine.” Three pairs of eyes immediately narrowed. Anthony whistled softly. “Oh, he’s definitely not fine.” “I said I was.” Anthony held up both hands. “Relax, Hockey Boy. I’m just the blunt gay friend. I call it like I see it.” Marco nodded enthusiastically. “He does.” “I’ve noticed.” Anthony looked me up and down. “You look like you slept for about three hours.”