Romans & histoires Daryl Negan

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

The next second, Darryl’s knees bent as he kneeled to Megan and said each and every word clearly, “Megan, I wronged you in the past. Please forgive me. Give me the antidote and release Lily and the others.” As he spoke, Darryl did not show any change in emotions, and he sounded sincere. He did not want to kneel to a woman like Megan, but he had no choice. Lily and the Carter family’s lives were in Megan’s hands. If anything happened to them, Darryl would lose all his friends and family. What would be the point in living then? ‘Wow!’ all the sect warriors were excited. “Sh*t, he really kneeled?” “Ha-ha! Alliance Master is really powerful.”

“You doubt my word.” “We never did. However, it seems lately that you are not only being outsmarted by your boy, a man that you claimed was weak.” Nikolai, his brother stated, crossing his arms over his chest. It was a meeting between us. Those who were referred as rogues of nature. It was what they’ve called us throughout the centuries. “I do recall you claiming that he would never follow his mother’s path. That you were waiting for the right time before bringing him here after Lucas.”

“No. Use my electronic signature on all the documents. The CEO? Nah, he can go to hell!” Haley didn't understand what he was saying, but the other person sounded worried. “He's busy mourning day and night.” Daryl went on. “He won't notice anything… No Buts. I have many ways to get it. If you don't do it, you'll be the first I'll fire once I become the owner of NK Enterprise.” That name rang a bell. The bold letters hanging from a huge billboard. That fragment of memory was so fast that she could barely grasp it.

AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed hoping Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was around. He was the most feared guy in our city. He was the quarterback in football and also a genius in each and every aspect. I knew and liked him since kindergarten. He was a very friendly kid back then but after his parents died in an accident he has been aloof. He lived with his grandfather, Joseph Lachlan who was one of the richest men listed by Forbes.

replied Daryl as he shook his head with a bitter smile on his face. Hearing that, Mila angrily retorted, “I hope you haven’t forgotten that there are many other more powerful people keeping an eye on you, Daryl! Though I may not remember what happened between Gerald and I, nor do I know what you truly want from him, I can say for certain that you aren’t going to be getting anything out of all this!” “I’m afraid you’re all wrong! After eliminating Gerald today, do you think I’ll still need to fear Jaellatra?” replied Daryl as he let out a booming laugh.

"I will like to officially welcome you all to Franster College, so sorry I have not been able to come to address you guys since resumption. My name is Damian Anderson. The president of the student union association. please feel free to come around for any inquiry and before I forget, plans are already on the ground to welcome you all to college..." As he was speaking, his eyes scanned the classroom, his face all serious until his eyes lands on mine, I thought I saw a mixture of guilt and embarrassment on his face, but it wears off as he continues addressing the class. Maybe it's just in my head

“A flawless strategy, Mr. Morozov. The margins speak for themselves. I believe we should move to a vote immediately.” Konstantin doesn’t move a muscle. He slowly turns his head toward me. “Evangeline. What is your opinion?” The room goes entirely still. A few of the elders scoff audibly. I cap my pen with a soft, deliberate click. “The margins are a fantasy,” I state flatly, looking directly at the presenter. The young man’s smile instantly falters.

Daniel Rhodes was already inside. So was Rachel Bennett. And three other people. I frowned. “Who’s that?” Natalie followed my gaze. “Marcus Foster from Technology Investments. Lauren Milton.” She paused. “And Nigel Springer.” My head snapped toward her. “Nigel Springer?” “The one and only.” Fantastic. Nigel was visiting from Wellington & Price’s London office. He had been with the firm longer than I’d been alive and had a reputation for being brilliant, demanding and painfully aware of both.

Cassandra’s point of view: Dalton had all of us standing in a line, facing him. The seriousness on his face showed that his devotion to duty never wavered. Every single trace of playfulness from earlier was long gone. “We’ll start with some exercises. Jeremy, Rowan,” Dalton ordered two warriors to come forward to show us some demonstrations. Both warriors right away started illustrating the exercises that we’d have to do for the next hour or so. They did it so smoothly as though they’d done this a couple of times already.