Bravo Two Zero Novel Novels & Stories

Huge men, the kind of huge that immediately activates female survival instincts. One has dark hair shaved close on the sides, heavy scars cutting across his mouth and brow. The other is broader, older maybe, thick neck covered in tattoos disappearing beneath a black thermal shirt stretched tight over muscle. Both stare at me openly and neither looks friendly. My pulse kicks hard, adrenaline waiting to see if I choose fight or flight. Fuck them. Frankie Bell did not survive retail customers and shitty landlords by cowering. I lift an eyebrow. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer, pervs.”

The yellow mud slurry was like a wall, crashing down and blanketing everything in its path. Tyler used all the strength in his body to fling me out. By the time I could lift my head, I saw Tyler standing on the exact spot where I had been just now. The mud slurry had already submerged his calves. "Tyler!" He glanced back at me. Through that one brief glance, I saw something in it that I had never seen before. He flashed a smile at me. "Cleo, have I managed to teach you to be brave for once?" My eyes stung.

Cassian gave the order. “Cross carefully.” The soldiers began moving across the bridge one by one. The canyon beneath them dropped hundreds of feet into darkness. Wind howled through the rocky walls. Luna walked carefully beside Kael. “I hate heights,” she muttered. Kael grinned. “Try not to fall.” “Very funny.” Halfway across the bridge… The wind suddenly stopped. Completely. Aeron frowned. “That’s not normal.” Then the sky darkened. Clouds twisted above the canyon. Cassian looked up sharply.

Go. I hiss, but he still does not take the hint, so I look over his shoulder and give a slight nod of my head. I am, after all, the Bratva Principessa. The guy shouts in shock as beefy hands grab him and yank him away from me. Then he finds two huge muscled bodyguards staring down at him, 'The Principessa told you no dickhead.'

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

You’re good. ​Zero-Hour ​10:00 GMT. ​The silence of The Vault Club was absolute. No market crash. No alert. No push notification of the Ledger’s contents being broadcast across the City. Vos had been neutralized, not by force or denial, but by the one thing he hadn't anticipated: Pre-emptive Context. ​I looked at Andrea, a profound relief washing over me, yet the exhaustion remained etched in my soul. “It’s over.” ​“The lie is over,” she corrected. “The war is not.”

The storm in his eyes broke—hatred surging, violent and consuming. He had thought himself a lone hunter in the dark. He hadn't realized that the prey delivered to his door was another avenger—one with her own war to wage. Just then, his private phone buzzed sharply on the desk. The screen lit up with a name. Nick Wheaton. A cold glint flashed across Will's eyes. He pressed "accept" and turned on speaker mode. A sycophantic voice spilled through the line. "Ah, Will! It's been a while!"

They danced, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, and she felt a connection, unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was as if they were two lost souls, finally finding solace in each other's arms. As the clock struck midnight, Ethan led Lily out onto the balcony, the cool night air a welcome reprieve from the heat of the ballroom. They stood in silence, gazing out at the city skyline, the stars twinkling above them. Ethan turned to face her, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. He gently cupped her face in his hands, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Lenor’s pure white fur made us stand out, we shone brightly amidst the darkness, being visible to them. They let out a loud howl declaring me as their prey. Lenor’s tail faced downward–down to earth. “What do we do?" I asked as panic washed over my entire existence. “They should be more than Twenty," Lenor's words hit me hard where it hurts the most —in my heart. Twenty was an entire pack, this was a pack of Rogues? I felt goosebumps all over my body, which made me shiver. My hair stood on end, my breath became so slow and steady.

The screech continued as I began to levitate into the air. Smash. The windows in the office suddenly exploded, sending tiny shards of glass flying everywhere. My screeching finally ceased, and I instantly dropped out of the air and landed on all fours on the floor. Two giant bright white wings swept around the front of me, and then wrapped me up in a soft embrace. Are they mine? I asked myself. No that's ridiculous, I quickly retorted. I wanted them to move out of my way. They opened up immediately and moved backwards. I reached my hand behind me and could still feel them. I was utterly overwhelmed, so I slipped my legs out in front of me to sit down on the floor, dropping my head into my ha