Novel & Cerita Battle: Los Angeles Book

“This is all I want us to keep doing until the year ends, Logan.” I chuckled, I just couldn't help it: the sight of a beautiful woman, well-endowed and sexy looking. Lenna touched me on my chest, unveiling a pack of emotions I kept hidden since the beginning of my Matching with her—since the moment Aella was confirmed dead by the oldest wolf in the pack.

He has to get to his child. We can push the door open far enough for me to slip into the opening. It is handy to be small sometimes. I enter the room, seeing the cause of the obstruction is a bookshelf. It must have tipped and lodged itself against the door during the earthquake. I tip the bookshelf back against the wall, letting Brixtius have access to the room. A room with furniture strewn all over the place. "Eurydice!" I yell out, hearing her cries from under a fallen dresser. Brixtius moves with speed and lifts the wooden furniture like it weighs nothing.

Castle. The scent of cigar smoke lingered heavily in the air, curling toward the cathedral ceiling as I took a drag of a Behike 56. We were deep inside the back chamber of La Iglesia. The light was low, but the tension was even lower. Around the round table sat the four heads of New York’s organized underworld, all dragging a breath of smoke. Rowan Casablanca, calm and silent as ever. Raymond D'Onofrio, whose patience could never be trusted and whose tongue was loose when drunk.

This time it’ll be bloodline against bloodline. And I wasn’t sure Los Angeles was ready for that again.

"Isabella, I heard you learned how to fight in prison. Why don't you give Elena a show? If you can make it lie down obediently, you get a hundred grand tonight." "A hundred grand…" I murmured. I stared at the restless beast. Its eyes were bloodshot, a low growl vibrating deep in its throat. This wasn't entertainment; it was a gladiator match. But I couldn't walk away from that money. I took off my jacket, revealing arms mapped with scars and fresh bandages from the ballistic test earlier that afternoon. "Deal." I had barely taken two steps when the Rottweiler went berserk. It broke free of the leashes and lunged at me with a thunderous roar.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

Jonas himself could not help but shout at Alfred. "HEY ALFRED!! WHO'S THE LOSER NOW!!!" The drive back to the city was silent. Lily had fallen into an exhausted sleep in the back seat, her head resting on Jonas’s shoulder. Jonas looked out the window at the passing landscape, his mind already turning to the next phase of the plan. He knew that this was only a small skirmish in a much larger war. The Connors family was powerful, and they wouldn't go down without a fight. But with Oliver Reed leading Team Reed and the Krauser Kartel, Jonas knew that they were unstoppable.

- Johnathan replied. - Well, after all, Selene was born a little after midnight. The outcome of the battle will depend on whether the demons manage to catch her and kill by then. If they don't kill Selene by midnight, they will lose.- Rita said, which was quite an obvious statement. - Apparently, one of the demons will warn us about the time and place of the battle. From what my mother described, I concluded that we would be fighting in this valley beyond the forest, away from human habitation.- Johnathan added. This was also easy to predict, for this valley was perhaps the only such completely desolate place near Los Angeles, and the demons were surely just as anxious to avoid the mortal on

Hands that broke away from me to look for new gauze in the bag, which he fixed to my skin with adhesive strips. Was it just imagining it, or did his fingers linger on my hip longer than necessary? Reese '"Got it. Send me the data to my cell phone ”, tore me out of my thoughts. He hastily made the cell phone disappear into the rain-soaked coat and set about stowing the superfluous bandages back into the bag. "What's going on?" I wanted to know. "New Order. Several proles make the city center unsafe. " It drove those senseless thoughts out of my head faster than anything else could.

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.