Novel & Cerita Deusa

"Did you get any information?" "No, not yet. It's not yet clear to me but I will tell you what I have anyway." Gabriel said. "What's it?" "Well, I found out that her parents are not living in the U.S... they currently live in Rome." "Rome?" "Yes, Italy. They are actually Americans and...one more thing, they are one of the most influential couples in Italy. They are famous and rich...like your family." "Did you get their pictures?" "Ah, no. Getting their pictures is not easy. They live quiet lives and you hardly see them speaking in public but I have their names, Harriot Hamilton and Dana Hamilton. That's all for now."

"well then get your arse here because a jeep pulled up about 20 minutes ago and they carried someone unconscious inside so I'm gonna take a guess as to who that probably was" Hope finally settles in my stomach "Really? right I'm on my way" "Hurry Ocean, they are going to start hanging us this afternoon".

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The man waiting for us was dressed in black cargo gear, a duffel bag at his feet. "You Elias?" he asked, chewing on a toothpick as if he had no form of an instinct. "No," I stepped into the light. "I’m God. You better start praying I don’t get bored." Luciano chuckled behind me, and the man laughed nervously. "You got the cash?" "You got the guns?" We both nodded. I signaled for Dean to move up and inspect the duffel bag for any anomaly. That’s when I heard it: the click of a safety being disengaged.

consulate official, sharp in a blue suit with the calm tone of someone trained to deliver life-altering news without flinching. “Mrs. Lysander,” the consulate official said, offering a gentle nod. “We’re here to inform you that Mr. and Mrs. Hugo have been approved for extradition to the United States.” My heart stuttered. “They’ll be flown out in three days,” the officer continued, “and we’d like you to return as well. The trial for the murder of your father and the fraudulent transfer of your inheritance will be held in New York State.” For a moment, I couldn’t move. I felt as though the floor had dropped beneath me. Jace came to stand beside me, his hand on my back, firm and grounding.

“Of course, we know you, you have such a kind of personality, how was your stay in the USA?” “She is doing well and my stay in the USA has been a fruitful one. Could you believe the people over there tend to have more fun than we over here? I think they are more relaxed and free in terms of what they do and their choices they make and also the government backs them by law.”

All I knew was she traveled, and was due to be back this week. He beamed with joy, doing the happy dance, and sliding around the kitchen with a Michael Jackson foot-walk. I cheered and waited for him to quiet down, before I finally asked, "What job did she get?" "An assistant coaching position with the USATF in Indiana," he informed me. "Emm... what's USATF?" I asked, confused. He rolled his eyes, like I was being too ignorant. "USATF is an abbreviation for the (USA Track and Field) national governing body for the sport. She just got the position of an assistant coach and will be coaching the junior national team."

“Oh, it’s amazing here! The people are so friendly, and the food—my goodness, Sophia—you’d fall in love instantly. I’m really enjoying it.” A small smile tugged at my lips, though it didn’t quite reach my eyes. “That’s great, Mom. I’m glad you’re doing well.” “You know,” she continued, her tone brimming with excitement, “I was just reading something interesting about the US earlier. Apparently, the average life expectancy here is around seventy-eight point four years—at least that’s what the CDC says. But what’s even more fascinating is how different it is in certain states. Did you know Hawaii has one of the highest life expectancies? Something like eighty-one and a half years!”

ZION "That was amazing! So damn amazing! Like damn!" Alina gushed as we landed onto the ground, "Thank you for that and for not dropping me." She grabbed the shirt that had fallen during our heated kiss and adorned it. The flimsy material shaped her perfectly, hugging her curves.