Code Of A Knight Novels & Stories

Arjun ****** "Dude, pass the ball to Namit." I heard Dhruv while I was dribbling the ball to the basketball board. "Arjun, Red Seat," Nikhil said the code word that kept changing at certain internals. Red Seat meant I had to pass the ball to the one who wasn't near the hoop, creating confusion in the opponent's minds.

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.

He changed the balance to his front leg, his back leg moved freely. The knight changed the stance to back-weighted, waiting for the ataman to attack. I have a karabela, he has an ordynka. The knight was sure about the sabers. His weapon is heavier, mine is lighter. The ataman moved forward, changed the path of the strike. The knight dodged the attack to the left and began a series of counter-attacks. The ataman moved backward, change his sword hand. He moved to the side, with a strange twinkle in his eyes. The knight looked at his feet; the stance changed to normal, he was preparing to lunge.