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We were waiting patiently for him at his office. "Sorry for keeping you waiting" Mr Adams said as he walked in with long strides. Despite his old age, he didn't slouch like most old people would have. He was tall, skinny and he looked like Wole Soyinka, a popular writer in Nigeria and Africa, who won the noble price in literature. With his white Afro hair. "The test is ready" Mr Adam, said looking at my husband. "What test Sir?" I asked nervously, raising my voice in confusion.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

I know, and I love you so much," Ella said, hugging Maddy. That night Maddy couldn't get much sleep because she was thinking of her meeting with Mr Adam. "He is such a troubled young man. He looks so innocent until he opens his mouth. He must be going through a lot to respond that way. I wonder how he is when he is angry then. I pray I don't get to see that day." Maddy got to work early the next day, Mrs Brown was already in her office, Maddy's heart skipped a beat. "I hope Mr Adam didn't complain to Mr Brown concerning me," she said quietly as she sat down on her desk.

They started immediately. “Where’re you from?” Simon Cole asked with his mouth full. “Nebraska,” Adam responded without looking up from his plate. “I mean your folks. Where’s your family from?” Simon specified. Adam thought for a moment. “Santa Rosa. My dad would kill for the LA Dodgers. I’m the only one to ever leave California,” Adam responded, trying to be as casual as possible. Simon nodded. There was no point for Adam to ask the same question about Simon Cole. The billionaire’s family had definitely been in the same mansion for several generations.

“He’s telling the truth about the Thirteen Pack.” Jess and James exchanged glances before bursting into laughter. “You’re losing it, John,” James chuckled. “The whole world knows Adam went mad and killed his family.” “I know it sounds crazy,” John admitted, “and yes, he may have suffered from confabulation. But what he wrote about the Thirteen Pack feels true.” Jess shook her head. “The Thirteen Pack is just a myth Alpha Pascal created to unite everyone. You said so yourself once.” “It’s real,” John insisted, his voice rising.

Ah, one of the people her mother had always advised her to hang out with, instead of the likes of Ada and Shalom. "Ada." Speak of the devil. "Here." Ada called out, smacking a gum against her teeth as it made sounds like 'tah tah'. Drawing her attention back to her latest conquest, who was already smitten by the looks of it. His name was Subomi, one of the people they called Yoruba demons in their school. With one of his hands under the table, anyone could have guessed that he was having the time of his life under there. That was nothing Janet hadn't seen before.

“That was a crappy thing she did to you.” “Yeah, I know. Thanks.” Adam hugged her now and as always, she was slightly in awe of his sheer size. Nick was a big guy, but Adam was something else entirely: an ex-boxer, his muscular frame tipped the scales at about two-hundred-sixty pounds and he was simply the hugest man she’d ever laid eyes on. But his face was kind as he gazed down at her, and Reena knew that he was nothing but gentle with Katie. Ferocious exterior aside, Adam was a good guy. They both were, and that’s why she was there this morning.

"You mean the legendary god of the West City? The one who killed nine men with a knife in a fight?" Mrs. Adam grinned. "Exactly. That's a story from his early days. He now operates a whole gang behind the curtains and he doesn't need to get into fights anymore. He has hundreds of people working under him." "Then we should go talk to him. It shouldn't matter how much it would cost. We have to sabotage Hilda's project." "That should already be considered done." That night, Mrs. Adam met with Isaiah in an entertainment club. Isaiah was a burly and rough looking man. He accessorized with a huge watch and a thick silver chain around his neck. He left two buttons of his floral shirt undone to expo

Adam "Staff Sergeant Adam Carter took command when his squad leader, Captain Pablo Herrera, was wounded and unable to lead during an attack on the US embassy in Syria. Carter heroically began to battle the attackers, allowing his squad to escape. Unfortunately, Carter was captured and held prisoner for several months. While a POW, Carter was brutally beaten and stabbed repeatedly. After several months of searching, a rescue unit of Navy SEALs located Carter at a hidden base in southern Syria. Carter had multiple stab wounds, burns, and other unspeakable injuries. The doctors' main concern was Carter's leg, nearly shattered after suffering twenty-five bullet wounds. Carter had MRSA and gangre

I said to Josh. "Sure." Josh nodded. "Do you want to come in and hang out? This is my house, by the way," Samantha pointed to her house, where Josh parked his car in front of it. "Maybe another time." I politely declined. "I already promised to visit our friend's house today. His name is Adam O'Neal; he just moved from England last week. Do you know where his house is?" I took out a scrap of paper with Adam's address written on it and showed it to Samantha.