Novel & Cerita Boner Alert

"What the hell is wrong with this guy?" "Maybe he thinks pretending to be crazy will help him avoid responsibility. Everyone in Harborview knows Milton Group's legal team doesn't lose cases." "Come on, everyone, look here. This is the most shameless homewrecker you'll ever see!" Mockery rolled through the crowd like waves. Suddenly, police sirens cut through the noise. Several patrol cars pulled up. Officers stepped out and called loudly, "We received a call about a stolen supercar worth ten million dollars. Who made the call?"

I have been reborn, and I happened to return to a point in my life just as Giorgo Romero, the Don, was about to get attacked. After snapping back to my senses, I gingerly placed a hand on my very swollen pregnant belly. My baby was still alive. It still wasn't too late. Amidst the chaos, I took off the emergency alert ring from my finger and threw it into the trash can not too far away from me. The Don was exposed and vulnerable amidst the crowd that was completely out of control. The terrorist had already broken past all defences. His finger was already on the detonator and he rushed up to the Don.

Fast relief. Reply YES to receive options. Nori stared at the screen until the letters blurred. Her stomach turned. She hadn’t searched for help. She hadn’t told anyone—no one except Bea, and Bea would never send something like this. Bea didn’t talk like a clinic. Bea didn’t say “fast relief.” Nori’s hands shook harder. They know, she realized. They can tell. The Watcher’s voice echoed in her mind: Fractures draw attention. Nori deleted the message.

The voice snaps clear for a single second, cold and sharp as a knife: “Warning: code corruption detected.”

This was a warning. Adrian is coming.

~Fallon~ It came through at 2:14 a.m. I was lying in bed, the covers tangled around my legs, phone screen dimmed but still lighting my face in that soft, blue glow. I wasn’t really reading anything—just scrolling, absently. Old emails. Forgotten texts. Headlines I’d stopped clicking on weeks ago. Then the alert lit up at the top of my screen. “Credit alert: $2,000,000.00 USD from Reid Callahan.”

“You’re right. I shouldn’t assume anything. I’ll tell him.” “Good. Be safe and get back here. I want details on the sex.” “I’m not giving you details.” “Yes you are.” “No, I’m n—” the door slammed and she could hear Parker laughing from the other side. “Corrupt.”

The alpha’s wooden sword shot out, whacking Terni across the hand when he attempted a feint, and he dropped his weapon with a curse. With a louder curse, Terni picked it back up and the ‘fight’ continued. “You seem really intent on checking Boss out,” Brite commented lightly, drawing Skye from his thoughts. He looked at the alpha before turning back to his mate and for the first time, he noticed the sweat glistening across taught muscles that flexed with every movement. Even Linus’s back was well defined and the play of the light across the definition captured his attention. “Or not,” Brite continued with a huff of a laugh, no doubt smelling Skye’s sudden spike in arousal.

I squinted at the display. Amber alert. A government emergency notification that bypassed silent mode, sent when someone needed to be found. The name at the top: DOVE MORETTI. My eyes scanned the text. Found in a ditch. Four days. Condition critical. Oh my world! Nausea surged from deep within me, rising rapidly and uncontrollably as I lurched toward the grass at the edge of the path and emptied everything I had eaten that morning into the dirt. I was on my knees again in front of the gate.

An alert came through at three in the morning and I was awake before the bond had fully delivered the information, because the bond was connected to Killian and Killian was already moving. The quality of his movement in the predawn dark of the apartment was the specific quality that meant this was not a drill and was not a minor perimeter irregularity. “What is it?” I said, sitting up. “That sounds like an alliance alert,” he said, pulling on his shirt with the efficient economy of someone who had been trained to be operational within ninety seconds of waking.