Novel & Cerita Book Review Extreme Ownership

She said, "I got what I need now. So I will be leaving. But will you be alright?" "Hmm." "... It seems, at least, they're not threatening you with death." He shrugged, but the creases on his forehead deepened. He deliberated for a while before he hesitatingly added, "Actually, I think that some of the ghosts are murderous, it's just that I am the current owner of the book, so 'they' are not allowed to take my life and convert me into 'them'." A long while passed by again before a reply came from the woman, "Hey, I've been meaning to ask you this for some time now... but why didn't you try to pass the book to someone else?"

“What do you mean that I own it?” Alex straightened his posture and met my gaze with a calm steady stare. “You heard me. Everything Liam has been showing off belongs to you. Everything: the cars, the estate.” For an extended period I simply gazed at him my mind racing unable to comprehend the gravity of what he had just said. I own it but how? How could I possibly own everything that Liam had been flaunting? It was nonsensical. It was illogical. Alex's eyes however never left mine as though he were speaking the truth to me without a shadow of doubt. My throat was dry as I swallowed forcefully. “But…how do I actually own it? How is that possible?”

Who the fuck gives off their wife like a piece of property? “Mr. Ross,” I said, my tone dangerously low, “is your wife that good? Because from where I’m sitting, this sounds less like a negotiation and more like a goddamn insult.” He didn’t flinch. Instead, he pulled out his phone, scrolling to a photo. “She’s beautiful, talented, and obedient. I’m sure you’ll find her… satisfactory.” My jaw clenched. My anger mixed with something else—a twisted, vengeful satisfaction. The man who had what I’d always wanted was now offering it to me on a silver platter.

"It's my space and I get to do whatever I want." "Off course , it's yours." She examined the space like she was mentally cataloging everything wrong with it. "Where's the personality? The color? Any evidence that an actual human lives here and not just a very organized ghost?" "Interior design isn't exactly a priority." "Clearly." She rose to her feet and moved to my bookshelf, which contains exactly twelve books, all business theory. "Okay, we need to fix this situation." She leaned on it with her arms crossed. "We can't keep living like this."

He wanted to make sure that the Denver Outlaws deal was ironclad, so that the current owner can't back out at the eleventh hour and that Jeremy could back out if the books weren't just bad business practices as the accountant thinks. As the night wore on, the only sounds in the room were the quiet hum of the computer and the peaceful sounds of the creek and nature in the magnificent mountainous region that Jeremy's French chateau pressed up against. Jeremy's thoughts drifted momentarily to the Colorado Extreme deal – a victory in any other context, now overshadowed by his seemingly impossible situation. He allowed himself a moment of satisfaction; owning part of the Extreme was a solid move,

I shook my head and replied, "I tend to stay on the low." "We're the most powerful mafia in the United States. Do you know what that means, Amara?" He asked in a snarky tone. I shook my head no, which only seemed to set him off more. He looked like he was about to go on a rampage. "It means that you're putting every single person in this building in danger. Did you know that?" He got up out of his chair. "You could've at least changed your name," he pointed out.

Was it ownership? Was Andrei just a sick freak playing dress-up with his human pet? Zane didn’t know. Didn’t care. All he knew was this: He was still here. Still breathing. Still dangerous. He opened the box. The collar gleamed in the dim light. He picked it up. It was colder than the last. Heavier. He held it in his hands like a crown. Then he put it on. Not because he was tamed. But because he wasn’t.

"Are you trying to tell us that another wolf pack has decided to start what could be a bloody and violent war to gain what? Territory? Clout? Why the fuck would any of them across this country do that now? Why didn't you tell us that yesterday? Why the cloak and dagger routine?" "Picture this: what if every wolf became aware that extinction was a real possibility," she said, scanning the faces around the table. "What do you think would unfold? Our indulgence in sin and lust, our thirst for power, and our inherent greed have left us vulnerable. It would lead to complete chaos and violence erupting in every city. The council will not allow that to occur." "Extinction. Can someone clarify that

“You told me you’re in a business where people disappear. That you have enemies. That those men last night weren’t just issuing warnings—they were giving you a deadline.” Silence stretched between us. Then, he exhaled heavily and sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair. “It’s more than that.” I pushed myself up on one elbow, watching him. “Then tell me.” He turned his gaze to me, something unreadable in his expression. “I don’t just deal in money, Ava. I deal in power. Control. And that control is being threatened.” My stomach twisted. “By who?” He hesitated before answering. “Ethan Cross.”