Billionaire God Of War Xperimentalhamid Novels & Stories

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

‘Micah,’ my Dad says, ‘Alpha Maximus,’ he replies respectfully. My dad stands, and the hall becomes quiet, ‘The last few years since you came into my daughter’s life have been the happiest I have ever seen Lylah, and because of the immense happiness that you have given her. I am honoured that you are fated mates and that Lylah’s dreams and prayers have been answered. I know you will make so many happy memories together,’ he holds his cup up. ‘To Micah and Lylah, fated mates, and to the Moon Goddess for making this possible!’ he shouts proudly. Everyone cheers, shouts and applauds.

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

She shoves me toward the stairs. I climb them on autopilot, the party sounds fading as I reach the second floor. My room–the guest room I've lived in for four years—is at the end of the hall. Small. Plain. The bed I cried myself to sleep in more times than I can count. I close the door and sink onto the floor. Four years I waited. Four years I believed. My father gave Kelvin ten million dollars. Seed capital for Nexus Energy because I begged him to, because I believed in Kelvin's dream, because I thought we were building something together.

Looking at the dozen crates of weapons stacked inside the warehouse, Jordan smiled. Since Sean had raised the price at the last minute... Jordan saw no reason he couldn't improvise as well. "Boss." The scar-faced mercenary walked over carrying a laptop. "We've received word from headquarters. They've confirmed the identity of the God of War's deputy." A photograph of a man filled the screen. One of the mercenaries, Henry, grinned excitedly. "Why don't we test him tonight?" Jordan hesitated. Something about the idea didn't sit well with him. But seeing everyone's eagerness... He silently agreed.

It went bankrupt and was liquidated overnight. Velda received a suspended sentence for harboring a fugitive, but her life was already in ruins. She became Hyporion's biggest laughingstock who'd fallen from her pedestal. I felt nothing for her. More than once, she'd tried to send the remaining money from her liquidated assets to Piper as compensation, but I returned every single dollar with interest. Her atonements meant nothing to me anyway. … One day, Apex Draconic Technologies was in a high-stakes bidding war for a foreign project against the Somersets, one of the most influential families in Hyporion. They were an old-money family with deep pockets, connections, and ruthless tactics.

I narrow my eyes at him and cross my arms. “You can just go around and steal my questions.” I scold, he smirks. I swear that’s all he does. He could take up a career in it. He’s mastered the skill. He could entertain at parties. Aidan Johnson. The smirker. I wonder if it will catch on. “Answer my question.” He orders. “Damn annoying woman.” He mutters under his breath. I punch his arm. “Heard that! Freakin Brilliant woman!” I punch the hair and grin as Aidan runs his arm where I punched him. “Captain America.”

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

"If you don't know what I'm talking about, look it up online. Seriously, Moira, don't think I don't see what you're up to. "You called your boyfriend over because you thought Jack was just a driver. You say you want my parents to meet him, but you just want to compare your boyfriend with mine, right? "I didn't want to say anything at first. But since you're so concerned about this, let me tell you something—my boyfriend is richer than yours. "How about it? Are you happy now?" Moira had already looked up BattleCage Warriors on the Internet, but after reading about what it was, she thought it was impossible.

“He’s careful because he understands systems.” Emily knew Serena was right. Caldwell had never been interested in visibility. He had always preferred to operate through structures that continued functioning even when their designers vanished. Which meant if his message was accurate… Then Ashford might only be the visible edge of something much larger. Sofia rubbed her temples. “Let me get this straight.” She pointed toward the tablet. “The man who helped build the Covenant’s financial networks is telling us we’re chasing the wrong target.” Daniel nodded. “That’s what it looks like.”