Novel & Cerita Call Mine

We tried to track down the phone they used to call me but no match was found. The next day I received a message it was almost midnight: "I hope you make it on time Alpha before your mate is turned to ashes. She's at the Lake House Cabin at Mt. Sienna." ~Sophia’s POV~ It took a day before I made it to the cabin. It was a cabin where my dad and I practice hunting. It looked isolated but I know they were here. I can smell Fiona's and Jenna's scent in the area. I knocked on the door and Jenna opened the door.

I know it’s all coming from a place of love and that’s enough for me. “I also put in capital, Little Sin. Don’t worry. We have the investment plan, and we will make a living running the pack,” Adrian added. “Okay. Well, it looks like we have homework to do, then. You know, both Blackstone and Ironclaw have mines. Do you think that territory has hidden treasures, too?”

The sound of her name seems to bring her back to her senses. “Uh, I'm Milly, I'm here with my sister in law.” Milly carefully says and Margaret doesn't make fun of her oblivion, she only offers a huge smile. “your cat is really pretty.” Margaret says and I sigh, this girls were really exhausting me. What are they? Six? “Thank you.” Milly slowly answers back, her smile coming back in full force. “Her name is Micah.” Milly offers instead. Margaret asks for permission to pet Micah and they go ahead to keep doing that for the next few minutes.

“Stay away from me!” I look to my right. There’s a path to follow but what lies at the end of the path and inside it, I did not know. Yet it looks like my only hope of escape. My other option is to climb the hill ahead but that will be me practically running to my own death with my own leg as that is where most of the rogues camp. It's either the hill or towards my right where I may meet my worst fate or escape successfully. “La la la la…come to Dada..”

That afternoon, the buzz was all about Linton Group striking it rich with the biggest gold mine in the country, and it shot straight to the top of the trending topics. The online world was abuzz with chatter. "Whoa, it's almost a thousand kilometers long!" "How big is this mine? Can I sneak in and grab a chunk?" While the Internet was on fire with speculation, Linton Group kept silent, not releasing any official statement. At four o'clock, Helma slipped out the back of the imposing Millen estate. Cole's ride was parked out front, ready to go. A quick, knowing smile flickered across Helma's face as she hopped in.

I pried his fingers off mine, one at a time. "Okay." I picked up my suitcase and walked toward the elevator. Mason paused, like he hadn't expected that answer, then followed a few steps behind. "I'll have my assistant book you your usual suite. I'll send something warm up, too. Your stomach's sensitive." "No need." I pressed the down button. "Paige." His voice came from behind me, firmer now. "It's the Hamilton Corporation charity gala in three days. Be ready. You're coming with me."

"They're everywhere. We'll be sitting ducks in the open." Damian looks at me. At the box. "The old silver mines. There's an entrance two miles east. Narrow tunnels. Only one way in, one way out. We can hold them there." Caden nods. "I know it. I'll lead." We run. The forest blurs around us. Maya stays close, her breathing ragged. Greta stumbles every few steps but keeps moving. Marcus doesn't speak, just follows, his eyes empty. I can hear them behind us. Footsteps. Howls. They're gaining.

Then it wrote a single word on the pane, backward so I could read it from inside: MINE. Freshman year just started. And the valley already knows my name..

I took my gaze to the screen. 'Hello, I am Caily.' the message read. I couldn't help but let my lips curl into a smile. Hello Caily, I am Pietro Giacometti and you belong to me.

Cord let out a harsh, barking laugh through the deep sight. Mine it? Jace, if I send a miner down there, the localized gravity of the ore will crush his bones to dust before his pickaxe even touches it. If I try to haul it up with a steel chain, the chain will snap like wet twine under the sheer mass. Then how do we get it to the surface? We don't bring it up, Cord transmitted, his golden eyes burning with the terrifying, unyielding madness of a true master smith. We go down to it. We build the forge in the deep dark.