Clone Captains Mga Nobela at Kwento

"How many packs has he destroyed?" "Four that I know of." Elena's thin fingers twisted in her skirt. "Rivermoon, Stoneclaw, Nightshade, and now Silvermoon. But there are rumors of others. Smaller packs that just... disappeared. No survivors left to tell their stories." My stomach turned. I'd known Dante Blackthorne was dangerous, you didn't orchestrate the kind of attack I'd witnessed without being a monster. But this? This was systematic. Calculated. He wasn't just a rogue alpha settling old scores. He was building something.

Ever since that day, the word Captain had more weight than it should. Besides, I hated the hockey team. “Say it,” Zane said, “Say ‘yes Captain.” With a strained voice, I said. “Yes…Captain.” It sounded wrong. Forbidden. Like I was handing over something sacred. Zane tilted his chin, a smirk ghosting across his face. “Good.” His approval made my body shrivel in a way I dare not name. He turned around. He picked up a rope—red—from the desk. My stomach clenched hard. “I thought we agreed on no pain.”

I call it "Hell hole" I remember the kidnapping started when I was 14. My friend, Anna, who was really beautiful, kidnapped from her home. Her father said, bunch of guys came to their house at night and point guns at them, then they took Anna and her mother, who was still quiet young at that time. Now her father is known as "Mad Davis". His nickname explains his condition right?

"You're certain?" "Yes, because I built the origination structure myself," Jovan said. "VC-09 is a middle management authorization code. It cannot originate at ownership level. Whoever told you it did either misread the documentation or was given documentation that had been altered." The room was quiet. I looked at Jovan. He was looking at Greco with the pleasant expression he wore when he was being serious and did not want people to know he was being serious. He had not hesitated. He had not looked at me. He had known the answer before the question finished arriving.

“Then that makes it three packs of orcik candy.” “Three witches, three candy orders. Let’s get out of here before this turns into a bigger expense,” Dean said, guiding me toward the door. Claire—my grandmother—stopped us just before we left. “Do you have any spending money, sweetheart?” “Claire, we’re not that broke. I still have my student credit card.” Sure, it was maxed out, but still… “Take this twenty anyway,” she insisted, pressing a folded bill into my hand.

"You need to spend that much to make an impression?" "Of course," I said, sipping my champagne. "I'm marrying the heir to the Sterling family. I can't look cheap, can I? Besides, the Sterlings are paying five hundred million for this alliance. A few million is pocket change." "You..." Don Romano was sputtering with rage. "Father—oh, wait, I should call you Mr. Romano now," I laughed. "You already disowned me, so it's not right for me to spend your money. How about this: as soon as the alliance funds arrive, I'll pay you back immediately."

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

“She’s a traitor. She tried to set the pack on fire. She’s an enemy of the pack. She’s trying to escape. Do you know what that means? She leaves with the pack’s secrets!” “She must be returned to us, dead or alive. The Alpha has pronounced a death penalty. If you can’t catch her, shoot her with your arrows and kill her,” the man ordered. I recognized him. He was Alpha Jason’s right-hand man. “Which Alpha?” one of them asked. “Who is your Alpha?” the man shot back. The question answered itself. I shook my head to fight my tears. Anthony wanted me dead. My mate wanted me dead. Fair enough.

I answered almost immediately. “Well… till then, you'll do as I say.” “I’ll do as you say but not on this one.” “Then, I'll make you,” he scoffed. The crackle of a gun brought me to my senses. “You can either choose to die or do as I say.” I took my panties off and here I was naked before my captor’s rival. All I wanted was to run away from earth entirely. My life was a total mess. I began to wonder how I became so unfortunate.

I didn't even pause at the door so how did he manage to get it so fast. "What you just have to know is that Kennedy's work name is swift and that is because he's fast at everything especially theft abd breaking into things. He's one of the very best at what he does, taking your phone was a little challenge for him. Anyway now that your plan failed, what is it gonna be?" "What else? Isn't it glaring you won?" "What are you insinuating Mami?" I asked excitedly, Victory sure had a pleasant taste and I was reeling in it.