Chuck Norris 3 Internal Enemies Novels & Stories

My face is stiff and my jaw hurts from smiling like an idiotic mascot. Alessio returns to his room without a word. The fact that I'm annoyed because he doesn't say much is getting on my nerves. Why do I care? I check my phone to see that I've been added to a new group chat called Family Bonding Time. Giulio starts the conversation by sending emojis and welcoming us to the chat. I see Enzo and the others online. Enzo: What the fuck? Giuseppe: A new chat? What are you up to?

Astrid Lancetii is known as a multi billionaire CEO in London. As a vampire who saw her mother destroyed by a blood-bond, Astrid’s life is governed by one rule: Never depend on a single source. She keeps her hunger satisfied through casual, fleeting encounters, ensuring no one ever gets close enough to own her. Until she picks the wrong man for a snack. William Winchester isn’t just another high-society playboy. He is the Alpha of the disgraced Winchester Pack, a man who has spent years in the shadows planning to reclaim the legacy Astrid’s father stole from him. After a night of calculated passion, William reveals his trap: a high-definition recording of Astrid’s true nature. With the

“Fight me, you fucker.” Shaun stayed back. This wasn’t his fight and he knew better than to get involved. “How dare you mess with my girl?” Greg roared. Nathan’s gaze flicked to the bag on the floor. His voice dropped, low and threatening. “And how dare you throw my cupcake’s bag on the ground?” Shaun’s eyes widened. My what? Before Greg could react, Nathan drove a fist into his stomach. Greg retaliated, landing a punch on Nathan’s face. That was all it took.

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Questions. Doubt. The atmosphere became toxic within seconds. Mark slammed his hand against the table. The room instantly fell silent. "Enough." His voice was calm. Which made it worse. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. Mark's gaze swept across the room. "If the enemy wanted us fighting each other, congratulations." Silence. "They're winning." Nobody argued. Because he was right. Again. A phone suddenly vibrated. Luca checked the screen. His expression darkened immediately. "What?"

she whispered, tears streaming down her face. Emily reached out, but Aurora stepped back, shaking her head. Her mind raced as she grappled with the impossible truth. How could her mate—her destined partner—be the enemy? Aurora stammered, “My mate—Hunter—is my enemy.” Aurora stood in stunned silence, her body frozen. For a moment, it felt like time itself had stopped. Her wide eyes stared blankly ahead as she placed a trembling hand on her forehead. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “How can my mate… my mate… be my enemy? No, no, this can’t be happening. The Moon God wouldn’t do this to me!”

“Still syncing, sir!” “Still syncing? It’s been syncing for forty minutes!” He slammed his fist against the table, sending a coffee cup flying. The server screens blinked again — one turned red. Damian’s eyes widened. “No, no, no…” “Sir, we just lost the Wilson Empire backup,” one of his tech heads said, pale. “What do you mean lost it?” “Someone hacked their cloud from an external route it’s not us. They’re gone.” Damian’s stomach dropped.

Conall I need to get out of this damn hospital. I hate it, but they aren’t letting me go until someone can pick me up. I managed to drive myself here; I would have managed to drive back. Yes, I am in pain because of those bastards, but it could have been worse. They only caught me off guard because my back was to them. As soon as I realized what was happening, I fought back, and once I did, they couldn’t get the upper hand again. Everything happened so quickly—it was clearly planned, since they were waiting for me and no one else, so I know it wasn’t random. My face is a mess: they split my eyebrow, gave me a busted lip, left me with a black eye, and I ended up with a couple of cracked ribs

“Everyone. Every table. No bill. You got it?” Applause rang out, and he waved to the room, bowing lightly. His eyes fell on Liam, and he bowed to him, lower, and left. “What the hell?!” I shook my head, laughing with far more levity than I felt. I didn’t particularly like making other people uncomfortable, and everything had been exactly that for at least one person in my group, but it was hilarious, at least to me, and I needed the break. I pulled myself together. “Sebastian Norwood. Third-generation archeologist and billionaire land developer. Please, don’t take it to heart. There are a lot of... eccentric people out there.”

He said, and I frowned. I don't even understand a thing he was saying. "What are you even talking about? What kind of joke is this?" "Joke? I don't play Jokes, Ms Harriet. I invested in your company, and it was run by my friend and my legal team, so I apologise, as no names were presented. It was a huge mistake on their part, and I sincerely apologise. You might've thought the investment to be a scam." He said again, this time with seriousness.