Colonel Potters Mga Nobela at Kwento

Part of him wanted to growl at the breach of his territory, but the colonel outranked him and had every right to barge into the office as if it were his own. Colonel Conrad Bronn was an intimidating man. Despite the fact that Jackson was a good three inches taller, the Colonel still seemed to look down at him. Everything about the Colonel was hard and demanding. His mouth was a thin line framed by a strong nose and heavy brow with a frown that never budged. His hair was cropped so close to the skin it was impossible to tell what color it might have been; even his camouflage uniform was perfectly pressed and straight.

Colonel Anders’s name isn’t really Colonel Anders. First off, his rank is just a Master Sergeant. Second, his full name is Wenceslao ANDRES Alunan. Everybody just calls him Colonel Anders after the KFC founder on account of his being "Ander Da Saya" – literally “under the skirt”. No matter how ferocious he is to his cadets, he’s always meek and a yes man in front of Ms. Perfect (not her real name). Ms. Perfect is camp vice-president, camp counsellor and all-around Thanos.

"Indeed, he can push the entire high rise up where the sun doesn't sparkle." An entryway opening made me pause and pay attention to the sound of strides, until I was met by a couple of steel dark eyes that had a place with my chief. "You're late, Mr. Potter ," he said, his tone very compromising. "Once more." "Better believe it. I was occupied with screwing your better half," I yelped back, and Rocco hacked out a giggle. Indeed, even Shilo needed to giggle. So much for being a drill sergeant chief.

Although she was out of sight, the kitchen was next to the dining room and she could faintly hear their discussion. Mrs Pots had worked for the walters family for more than thirty years, she was originally from the Walters mansion and was fond of Peter and Annie. She left Walters mansion to serve Peter and Annie after their wedding. She knew that nothing good would come from Andrew and Jefferson's visit. She had known them from birth, they were cunning and cruel. They would not come if it was not beneficial to them. Mrs Pots could not help but eavesdrop. " So dear brother are you all sobered up?, we have some important matters to discuss", Andrew spoke sternly.

“Charlotte is a smoking hole in the road. Amelia is alone, Edward. She has no champion left, now you can take out any of the Harris you want.” “Including Dickson Harris?” Edward asked, his voice cautious. “Yes son, I allow you ,” Mr. Potter said, raising his glass in a silent toast. “Now is time to take over Infinity clothier and leave the Harris with nothing to their names.”

Just when Cy wanted to speak, a sound interrupted him. The sound came from far away. Village Pescado was now relocated to a flat land on the west side of Village Pott. This was where Jagger arranged for them to station. There were thousands of people, so Jagger could not let them all enter Village Pott and disrupt the order. Jagger heard the sound too. When he turned to look at Village Pott, he could only see fire. Immediately, he was stunned. What was going on? Why was the village on fire?