Buggy X Mihawk Novels & Stories

He was waiting for me, his son and prized competitor, to emerge after my 20-minute break and win the game, bringing him pride once again. Unfortunately, I didn't think victory would be possible tonight. Not when my arch-nemesis, Damario Bloodworth, the prince of the East and my opponent, was waiting for me in that room, holding the weight of my deepest secret in his hands. "Gods, this is a mistake. Turn around and walk away, Zayn. Act like it never happened. If you don't acknowledge it, it never existed." My subconscious mind screamed at me, frantically urging me not to enter that room.

"Right now, the crisis is you having to explain a potential scandal to Mike Harrison." Mike Harrison, a hulking man whose suit looked custom-tailored to contain his perpetual scowl, approached Dylan for the second time that night with the easy arrogance of an investor who owned a significant piece of G.L. Hospital. He was flanked by two other board members, their expressions ranging from skeptical to hostile.

I say quietly and her arms constrict my waist. Maggie looks in the room with sympathy having heard everything. "I'll get someone to cover the rest of her shift, take her home," Maggie chokes quietly and I nod lightly. Sarah and I get Jessie out to my car and I ride in the back with her. I rub her stomach to help her calm down, but it was no use. She was going to need a distraction this time and in the privacy of our room. But in the meantime I tilt her chin up to look at me and claim her mouth with mine.

“Don’t you think we overdid it? In a parked car? On a public road? In the rain?” He shrugged, careless. “So what? Did anyone see us? Didn’t we enjoy it?” I shook my head each time, his dark eyes locked on me. He sighed. “It’ll take me a while to get my cock back to normal size.” I laughed at his face, which earned me sharp pinches of his fingers. “You laughing at my problem?” I mimed zipping my lips, grinning. “I won’t laugh again, Marcus.” His hands tickled my waist hard, making me scream with laughter, helpless in his arms. That crazy moment in the car, with the rain around us, I would never forget.

We stare at each other, I can feel that his seeing through my soul, he suddenly push me down and licks me, I chuckle to this. 'Chaos, a husky voice call me. I stop and slowly looks at the big wolf. 'I lo...' A loud ringing disrupt what he says and I look around for it and look at the big black wolf again and his gone, the ringing still continues and I smash my hand on the ground because of the noise. I woke up, holding my hand after hitting the end of the bed table. "That hurts." I cringe when I hold the swelling part, why do I don't have that pain immunity of a werewolf even if I'm a werewolf. To all of the ability of a werewolf, why don't I have the basic ones? it's so unfair.

The Audit of the Rebellion "You brought the 'Reset' button into a war zone, Hawke," Marek growled, his voice a "ruthless" rasp. "That’s a 'High-Risk' move. If New Geneva pinpoints this dam, they won't just 'Audit' us. They’ll drop a kinetic slug from orbit."

After ending the call, Mia let out a sigh of relief and cast a glance back at Laura resting on the hospital bed. Unable to resist, she sent a message to Nicholas: "Is the reishi mushroom still available?" It seemed she might need to procure another stalk of reishi mushroom. As Mia settled into the car, her assistant Peyton Mosby, seated in the passenger seat, relayed some concerning news, "Ms. Mia, the systems of the Barrett Group crashed abruptly today. "There are whispers of a potential hacking breach. However, the official statement from the Barrett Group attributes it to a system malfunction, without acknowledging any involvement of hacking."

He gets a hair clipper and starts trimming his hair and beard. It is a call from Mr. X. ”Sir, I have information on Joshua. He is wearing contacts like you that are also programmed, so he knows who you are, and also he picked up my IP. The person he is using is a highly skilled hacker. He picked up that his security bridge had been compromised, and he got someone much more advanced than I am as we speak; he may be hearing our conversation.” “I don't give a fuck,” says Martin. Martin hates being defeated. He always had top scores since school, “and his eyes X, how did it turn red?”

He felt something in his chest turn over. Maya crossed to the table. She looked at the sketch. "West wing interference," she said. "What kind." Fallen looked at her. "Camera interference. Interference form the waterfall, the rogue said. Ongoing for years." "That means it's in the logs. Which means Vargr knows about it and hasn't fixed it." Maya's voice was precise, awake, the argument from earlier nowhere in it. "Either it's not a priority or fixing it creates a different problem. Either way it's a pattern." She looked at Alec. "We need to know which."

She replied anxiously, still standing at the same spot, far away from me. "I'm just here for a girl talk." I chuckled. I stood up and headed to her mini bar and took out a wine and observed it for a moment, then turned back to her and smiled. "I must say your taste has really improved. One of the benefits of rubbing on what doesn't belong to you. But be warned, everything that has an advantage comes with disadvantages." I chuckled again. I took out a glass and opened to wine. I took the first gulp then handed over to her, then it came to my conscious when she stood there disapprovingly watching as I hand over a glass of wine to her.