Romans & histoires Crow Hogan

“The world will be a better place once they are all in jail.” Crow stepped up and put his hand on Kizzy’s shoulder. “I can try and find the money you lost, if you like. I do a bit of hacking every once and a while.” Monster looked up at him. “I thought you were sleeping, bird man.” Crow shrugged as he stared at his very large MC brother. “Too pissed to sleep, Monster man.” “Now look,” Monster began. “I had a concussion, ok?” Crow looked surprised. “What?”

he added before walking away, disappearing into the crowd like he’d never been there at all. Ari’s legs felt like lead as she watched him go. Her chest ached with the weight of a desire she couldn’t name, couldn’t fight, and maybe didn’t want to. And then she heard it: a low, mournful howl that rolled over the city rooftops, echoing through the alleys and streets. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t animal. It was something in between. Ari’s blood ran cold. The city, the danger, the man she shouldn’t want—it was all connected. And she had a feeling she’d just stepped into a world where the rules didn’t apply.

Two days ago she had been someone else entirely, and now she wasn’t sure she recognized the person she had become. Damien listened without interrupting, his face open in a way that surprised her. When she finished, he said the first kill always did that. It changed how you saw yourself and the world around you, stripped away illusions you didn’t even realize you had. He said it got easier over time, though easier didn’t mean better. It just meant different.

I checked my email as I drank my water and looked at the list Jack had sent me. Roger Goodman Neil Black Ashley Grant Kade Kominski Charles Huxman I knew four of them. Everybody knew me as Blake Cannon. It was my most active persona. Jack had been awesome, he had sent pictures and last known details of the five hitmen and the number of declines on my contract. Sixty-eight people had declined to kill me. I had mastered the art of distrust at a very young age even though I knew a lot of people in the same line of work, I still kept to myself. Jericho was an enigma to most.

The hilltop, once just a place of memories, now stands as the site of my rebirth. I flex my claws, feeling the power surge with each movement. The others gather themselves, some struggling to stay upright, but I stand tall. I am Caden, yes, but I am also the heir, the alpha’s son, the vessel of Fenrir's might. Tonight, I have crossed a threshold. There is no going back.

She stared at me until I finally looked over at her. I said, "What?" As I bit my nails. "What happened?" Kara inquired as I reclined in my chair and let out a deep sigh. "Well, would you believe it? A dog, yes, a four-legged furry creature that loves chasing its tail, suddenly turned into a human, broke a window, and went on a stealing spree. And just when you thought things couldn't get any stranger, the doggy delinquent transformed back into its original form and made a smooth exit through the very same window. Who says animals can't pull off a heist?"

"Thank you, I shall see to that immediately." Getting the body was easy, she had a friend, Max at the morgue who gave her all the details she needed. The body she found was that of a man called Morgan Daniel. He was a twenty-seven-year-old convict that was serving for drug lifting. He had just recently died that morning and there was no family to come to claim his body. She paid Max off for helping to drop off the body and sent him on his way. The psychic made him a cup of tea before he left.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

All three of them looked at me weirdly, probably thinking what business a cry baby had being there in the first place. I managed to say hello to them and introduce myself without my last name just to break the ice. In exchange, they did the same. One of the hunter's name was Akio. The next hunter's name was Miguel, and the third hunter's name was Danjuma; he asked me to call him Dan. There was no female in the house, and I figured it was because ruthless Ruth would not allow it. "I asked them to come so you could have sparring partners," Gavin said, and I smiled at the guys.

Inside the elevator running upwards, Mizu was holding a rectangular card with her profile. The supposed to be named was written as Player 11659, with the data record of her skills and people killed, showed in the pentagon shape on the side, which is 'Zero.' Then a capitalize letter on the topmost indicates the group she's in, the "EAST HOUSE" and her level under her pic, 'Level 1' a beginner. This will change every fight, she will have, after the scanning.