Novel & Cerita Code Geass Table Scene

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.

When we're playing cards during the holidays, my cousin, Owen Thompson, suddenly calls it boring and tells us that he wants to make a big gamble. Then, he tosses his BMW keys onto the table and asks if we're bold enough to follow up with our own bets. I know that Owen is just trying to flaunt the fact that he's bought himself a BMW. Everyone is stunned by his antics. They quickly say, "This is just a game. We're not going to bet anything else." After that, they start complimenting how amazing Owen is to be able to own a BMW at such a young age. I, on the other hand, hesitate to do so. After all, my trump cards are a set of Ks. Having gotten his ego boosted by the compliments, Owen is about to flush the deck when I put my car keys belonging to a cheaper, rundown car. Then, I mumble, "I'm going to follow up with a bet of my own." Everyone falls silent at my statement. They just stare at me in disbelief, whereas Owen widens his eyes out of shock. Almost immediately, things grow heated between us. The moment both of us place our car keys onto the betting table, our feeble relationship as cousins is quick to vanish. But I don't regret my decision. Owen is the one who has decided to bet his BMW, after all. Since he's capable of being this ruthless toward his own relatives, I might as well not give a damn about his feelings at all. Owen lets out a cold chuckle before saying, "How much do you have in that pocket of yours, huh? You really think you can scare me, chump? I have a BMW, for crying out loud! You should gather more money first before placing your bet! Don't go around scamming others with just a shitty car!"

I was about to get married, but my boyfriend of nine years had no idea. Why? All because his recently divorced ex-girlfriend waltzed back into town, and he threw himself into her life without hesitation. The knight in shining armor was back, ready to save the day. The moment they saw each other, it was like a scene from a bad romance novel. Their gazes lingered, sparks flying, the kind that screamed, “Oh, we’re soulmates reunited.” To welcome her back, he had 9,999 Juliet roses flown in to decorate her room. Why? All because it was a promise he had made to her long ago. How sweet. Except for one small problem: I’m severely allergic to pollen. When I woke up in the hospital after an emergency rescue, I didn’t cry, yell, or demand answers. No, I pulled out my phone and texted my parents, "Please help me arrange a marriage. I’m done."

Lunaria woke up to a gruesome scene: her father-in-law lay murdered in cold blood. Shock turned to horror when her best friend, Sarah, accused her of the crime, fabricating evidence and testifying against her in court. Lunaria's mate, Alpha Nathan, condemned her to death by hanging, despite her desperate pleas of innocence. In prison, Lunaria discovered she was pregnant. She shared the news with Alpha Nathan, hoping it would change a thing between them and give her another chance. Instead, she caught him with Sarah, shattering her heart. Lunaria escaped, determined to disappear. When Alpha Nathan realised she was innocent, she was already gone. Years later, Alpha Nathan encountered Lunaria again, but this time, she was a powerful Lycan King heiress, flanked by a lover and son. His apology was met with indifference. "Who are you? Do I know you?" Lunaria asked, her words piercing Alpha Nathan's soul.

The moment the acid hit my skin, I heard my own flesh sizzle. In the last moments before my consciousness faded, my trembling fingers managed to dial my brother, the new Don of the Steele family. To my relief, Farrow finally answered. The sounds of expensive jazz and clinking glasses bled through the receiver. His voice was cold as ice. "What is it this time, Grace?" "Farrow... help me..." He cut me off before I could finish. "Listen, Betty's book launch is tomorrow night. If you dare cause a scene or embarrass the Family, I'll disown you. I'll ship you off to a convent in Sicily." The line went dead. A moment later, a second splash of acid hit my face, and the searing agony consumed me. My eyes were gone, leaving nothing but hollow, bloody sockets. You don't need to exile me, Farrow. I'm already gone. Forever.

Veronica, a musician in a band, finds herself on a sticky wicket when she realizes that the man of her dreams—Théo Reynaud—is an elaborate masquerade to his danger-seeking alter ego. As she tries to stay relevant in the music scene, she battles depression and bouts of anxiety while dealing with a dysfunctional long-distance relationship. Théo is a fashion model striving to make a good living in the cutthroat industry while moonlighting as an informant. After a vindictive crime boss endangers his family, he is tasked to complete his final assignment to keep his loved ones out of harm's way, and be with the woman he loves. ▬▬▬▬▬▬ genres: CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE, CRIME, DRAMA ▬▬▬▬▬▬ This is a work of fiction. Places, characters, dialogues, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination, or are used fictitiously. This story contains profanity, sexual themes, drug usage, and some violence intended for mature readers. Read at your own risk. [DISCLAIMER: The author does not own the original images on the book cover.]

"Do you want revenge? I can help you get revenge," He said. And in that instant, my wolf yipped. "Mate!" **** Evelyn Newmoon has had the worst luck in life. Her mother died when she was just a child leaving her at the mercy of her brutal father and step-siblings. The day she turns eighteen, she meets her mate at the scene of a car crash where he dies. For her father's selfish reasons, she is married off to Alpha Cyrus Mathers, a man renowned for his kindness and strength. But Cyrus is kind to everyone but her. He hurts her, favors his mistress over her, and has her thrown in prison the day she loses their baby. Now, Evelyn is at her lowest, tired and miserable but fate provides her a powerful second chance mate who wants to bring down Cyrus. And she will do anything to get her revenge.

When I caught my best friend having an affair with my boyfriend , I didn’t react , I only left the scene acting like all was fine . No one consoled me for the pains and the betrayal that I felt , they said I should let it go after all she was my best friend and I should be happy for her . Well, trust me I was . When her dad came unto me begging for just a taste of me , I wasn’t going to deny him such immense pleasure . I never wanted to be fucked , banged and treated like a slut by a man who was old enough to be my father , but then when this feelings that I couldn’t control kept coming in , did I have to give in ? I was nothing but a dirty little slut A bitch , that was what they called me , well I didn’t mind being his bitch as long as they were ruined .

Three days before my wedding, my younger sister staged a scene—one where I supposedly abandoned her in the mountains. She claimed I locked her in a cabin, left her to be nearly assaulted, and that she barely escaped with her life. Furious, my fiancé dragged me up the mountain and locked me in that same cabin. He said, "Wendy, a woman as vicious as you won't learn her lesson without punishment. I already told you I'd marry you. Why go after Chloe? Since you're so desperate to climb your way up, you can stay here until the wedding day." I begged him, over and over, but my scorched throat could only force out hoarse, grating sounds. Three days later, Mickey O'Brien stood at the altar in his suit, waiting for me. What he got instead was my remains.

Jordan was the popular fashion designer in the country. He was not new to struggles, however his life turns upside down when he is kidnapped by the known mafia, Lee Tennyson. Lee was known as the strongest mafia in New York. His fiancé Jasmine was killed and Jordan was accused as he was at the crime scene where Jasmine was killed. How Jordan's life take turns when he is trapped in that house and was tortured by Lee every single day not able to escape when the fear of being killed hauted him, but soon realizes that he has fallen for Lee. Lee was also in dilemma, as he wasn't able to kill Jordan yet, and couldn't give reasons to his actions. What will happen when these two will learn about their feelings for each other. Can Jordan live with the fact that he has fallen for someone who tortured him? Can Lee forget about her fiancé and love Jordan?