Cal Kestis Vs Starkiller Novels & Stories

“Really? You honestly think I would kill my own fiancée?” She met his eyes steadily. “All I know is that Lucas might be many things, but he would never kill anyone. Do you get that?” Kael’s expression hardened immediately, pure anger flashing across his face as his body tensed. “Are you trying to compare me to Lucas?” he demanded, his voice sharp with fury. “No,” Elara shot back without hesitation, her tone cutting through the tension. “I’m not comparing you to Lucas at all. There is no comparison here. It’s obvious. Lucas is a hundred percent better than you.”

Kyrie reduced me to an image Kester would always have as the ‘weak, arrogant, disorganised bastard who couldn't fucking keep his goddamn team together for a simple rescue mission! "Fuck!" I roared, slamming a fist into the tiled wall as the water poured down over me. I dug my fingers into my scalp and yanked at wet strands of hair as if it would pull the heat out through my skull. Kyrie made me look weak. In front of Kester Hamilton. That shit doesn’t wash off. And all for what? That fucking whore! I saw the look on his face the second he scooped her off the ground like she was glass.

Because only if Arthur Stark dies, then can he ruin the kroos once and for all. Taking his eyes off the iPad, Mr Fernandez looked at the driver. "So, what do you think about Arthur Stark, he is a hard one to kill isn't he?" Mr Fernandez asked his driver in the front seat. But his driver didn't reply, he just kept on driving, and accelerating the car even more. Mr Fernandez had no idea that the man driving the Rolls-Royce was not his driver, but Kevin Gomez, Arthur's cousin. Mr Fernandez slightly frowned, annoyed that his driver was not replying to him.

Keegan made a sharp gesture, and his enforcer, Roberto, snatched the sketches from my hand. At the same time, Keegan slid a heavy business card across the table. "You might not know my name, little wolf. Allow me to introduce myself properly." I looked at the card: Keegan Stewart, CEO of Keystone Construction. My heart skipped a beat. I knew that name. I had delivered private scrolls to his office back when I was at Steele Industries. He had once tried to trap Cameron into a fraudulent investment for a coastal territory. Cameron had seen through him instantly and torn the contract to shreds in front of the High Council. Now, the man who hated my ex-husband was staring at me with a hungry, ve

"You're gonna die here tonight, Hayes! I am not gonna let you escape. Foedus? Huh! A fucking organization that does nothing but control its members! Damn!" While Stanford kept shooting, his mouth was also running wild spouting nonsense, but Keyller was not affected. He continued avoiding the bullet while running toward Stanford, who was still standing near the bed. Keyller's movements were fast and agile and he avoided any bullets. When he reached the other side of the bed, Stanford ran out of bullets and Keyller flashed an eerie grin. "I'm going to die? In your dreams, Stanford! In your dreams!" After saying those words, Keyller somersaulted on the bed and landed exactly a meter in front of

And there, standing near the parapet at the far northern edge, was Elias Kaine. He had shed his suit jacket. He wore a dark, practical sweater and trousers, a small pack slung over one shoulder. He held a compact pistol, not aimed at Sabatine, but held loosely at his side. He looked… resigned. But not defeated. A chess master who has lost his queen and bishops, but still sees paths across the board. “Mr. Stalker,” Kaine called, his voice carrying flatly on the damp air. “I admit, I underestimated your tenacity. And your friend on the boat. That was a… creative solution.”

replied Zander with a smile. “Haha! Is there even a need to fight so many rounds when your opponent is only Kaleb Merrett? Fall back!” shouted Yaster. After everyone quickly made way for him, Yaster stared at Kaleb for a moment… Before suddenly firing up an immense aura from his body as he dashed toward Kaleb! From Yaster’s initial analysis on the old man, he could tell that Kaleb’s injuries—that Damian had inflicted on him last night—had yet to completely heal.

Caleb’s heart is throbbing but he needs to calm down… Keesha’s eyes are flaming. “I WILL KILL YOU JOSTEIN!”

Heavy. Deliberate. Kael didn’t react. But I felt it through the bond. That flicker of anger. Sharp. Controlled. “Then state your purpose,” Kael said. The man’s gaze shifted back to me. Slow. Intent. “My purpose,” he said softly, “is standing right behind you.” My stomach dropped. Kael’s voice turned lethal. “She’s not yours.” The man chuckled. “That’s where you’re wrong.” The words sent a cold wave through me.

“She can’t shoot you if she can’t even target you.” — Pilot: Jester Role: Electronic Warfare Hermes Aerospace “Kestrel” Light Assault Suit [A] Universal Mechanics “Snapdragon” Coil Pistol [B] Universal Mechanics Reinforced Buckler [C] Hermes Aerospace “Skymirror” EWar Suite (SM) [A] — Jester’s Kestrel was similar to Dark Elf - it was slim and light. But it also stood at a standard height, and had slightly beefier armor in comparison. Certainly nothing like the Silverback, but it allowed him to hold his own in a fight.