Colonel Rick Flag Novels & Stories

the next morning and went to the gym to run and exercise for about thirty minutes. We had already prepared and were waiting in the yard by 5 a.m. All of you ladies are driving one of the executive saints to the royal cemetery. I instructed the bold birds to quickly hang the Indo Continent flag on all the executive saint's cars. Later, we changed the flags of the Far North Continent and the Middle Zone Continent. Little Ben arrived, accompanied by King Young Junior. Commander Saint Executive Car was joined by His Majesty and his wife. King Young Junior also joined Little Ben, and because Rose's parents were nearby, she took one key and they joined her.

This operation was just as important and personal to her as it was to me. Chief grunted in agreement. He was like a dad to all of us, although he was only 10 years older, my senior. Chief Derrick Flemming, was a decorated Marine. He had more tours under his belt and mission successes than any of his seniors. He kept his dark brown hair short in a military cut, gray speckled on his sideburns, and on his neatly trimmed beard. Sleeves of tattoos covered mass amounts of burn scars on his arms. Only those close with him understood where those scars came from and why this unit was created. All of us on the team had some sort of connection to Ricci Enterprises. All of us wanted to destroy it and it

she whispered and I just looked at her. “He’s an asshole,” I said to her. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said and stood up as the bell rang. I already knew that I’d never be friends with Rick. He was self-centered, cocky and he really believed his status as future Alpha gave him an edge over everyone else. I wanted to shove my fist down his throat and make him whimper with the strength of my aura.

Through him, I learned that a relationship was a shared effort, one in which both sides worked together and benefited together. I finally found my true love. Not long after, I married him. As for Sebastian Ross? The last news I heard about him came from the television. He had apparently lost much of his sharpness and drive. During an operation, he caused a serious medical accident, and the authorities revoked his license. I froze when his face appeared on the screen. I picked up the remote, changed the channel, and headed to the kitchen. It was New Year's Eve. My mother needed my help to prepare our small feast. I had never felt so content.