Bxb Halo Novels & Stories

“Do tell?” “Do you see all the vials? Crystal, Ice and even Krokodil?” Kimhan raised his eyebrows. “Not to mention the bottles of Billionaire Vodka and The Eye of the Dragon? Those sell for 4 to 6 million US dollars. Grab them instead.” “Now I know why we are rivals.” P’First laughed, motioning for his men to raid the area, just as Kim asked to do the same. “Wait! No! Please…I can give you the fifty percent profit! I can give you seventy! Please!” Ivan begged, on his hands and knees as he lowered his gun.

Zac focused on the center of the halo. In the center of the halo, a box about 50 centimeters square appeared out of thin air. No one knew where it came from, but it was between Caspian and Zac. The box was dark red with gold borders around it. If one looked closely, he could see countless lines on the surface of the box. Some of these lines were raised, some were sunken, and some even balls slid on them. It glowed and was full of mystery, and one could tell it was not an ordinary item at a glance. The next moment, Caspian and Zac exclaimed in unison, "Thousand Machines Box!"

Why do I still refer to this heartless woman as 'Mum'? Tara came back with the girls and made them stand in line. The youngest was maybe around thirteen or fourteen years old and oldest around seventeen or eighteen. The girls looked terrified. I was so angry at this sight! I knew about the drugs but never heard about them auctioning girls! I tried to remain calm, but it was not easy, and I am sure that Gabriel noticed as he slightly tightened his grip on me with the arm which was around me as I sat on his lap. With a motion of his fingers, he called Alex to him and whispered something into his ear. Alex went over to the girls as if inspecting each one and went back over and whispered into Ga

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.

I have lived for almost eight years without a single companion and very soon, I'll get one who would do everything with me, from breathing to dying with me. I wouldn't have to be lonely anymore and I would have someone to defend me and someone to plan revenge with. But now I need to focus on planning my revenge against Alpha Damien even though I couldn't compete with him physically, I know the exact herbs to get to temper with his system. Alpha Damien is a type A blood group and I know exactly what he is allergic to. It was night time already and some flowers will be hard to identify by the ordinary eye but not to mine.

"The Half-Market isn't a place for tourists. People here don't care about the law, but they’re very interested in debt." They moved through the press of the crowd. It was a sensory overload. Stall after stall offered jars of bioluminescent lichen, bundles of "true-sight" herbs, and ointments that could heal a wound or melt a soul. Anna kept her hood low, her backpack heavy with the few belongings she had managed to save.

‘You. "Then, you don't need him." The boy twists the rabbit's neck in the next instant. Ahn Hana’s heart skips a beat. Her blood turns cold. The last breath leaves the white fluffy body. It’s a short and quick death. The rabbit is lifeless in his hands. The boy looks at her expectantly, waiting for her approval. She can tell that he is expecting her to cry or make complaints. Ahn Hana looks at the dead rabbit. Her finger pokes it. The rabbit doesn’t move. ‘Is it dead?’

After few hours of working at my desk, shouting at my subordinates, and answering the calls of clients and authors the launch time finally arrived. I went to the lobby to eat my launch. Well, Jesse is always worrying about my launch so even I am lazy cooking at breakfast I made myself a launch. I am about to open my launch box when a woman sat beside me but with a personal distance. “Hey, sir Klein” Alexandra is already here. “Yes?” Then I opened the box. “Did Jesse make that for you?” she asked. She sips on her soda and bites on her sandwich. Oh, so that is her launch? What an unhealthy food.

Based on the urinals she saw, it's a male's powder room. As she wanders her eyes around, there's someone who's answering the call of nature. He even whistles as the gushing sound echoes in the entire powder room. For a while, the assassin subconsciously looks away. Then little by little, her eyes move on their own and stare back in the man's direction. As she's gazing at him, she starts to realize that this person is actually her target. Al Cruz! She draws the handgun from her small belt bag. The handgun has a silencer on it so alarming the people around is something she isn't worried about at the moment. What's important is for her to accomplish her task.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’