East Is East Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter: 118. ****** "Right. That's it... we are playing a game." "Games? Interesting. What kind of game?" Easton leans back against the blanket and rests his head against his palm with a slight smile curling his lips. "I knew from the moment I first laid eyes on you that you were going to keep me on my toes." "Go on then, give me a taster of this epic game of yours," Easton demanded innocently. "Let us discover what you can dish out."

Eastin POV The morning came with a bite of cold that clung to everything — the kind of morning that carried weight in the air, heavy with things unsaid. Eastin stood on the balcony outside his office, coffee cooling in his hands as he looked over the pack yard below. The sounds of training drifted up to him — metal striking, voices calling, the thud of boots against earth — but they did little to settle the unease winding through his chest. Something had changed. He’d felt it the night before, faint but certain — a pulse beneath the surface, a hum that had seemed to echo through the packlands themselves. And this morning, seeing Emry move through the yard below, that feeling solidified.

"Before we leave for the pillars, I told her to go get her foot wear. She obeyed and I ceased the opportunity to wear a bullet proof that can take millions and millions of bullets and I wouldn't get a scratch" Cora looked at him. Hunter clenched his knuckles. East smirked. "You and the dead motherfucker enjoyed yourselves didn't you?" Hunter doesn't respond. East scoffed. "I know you did. But hey, I told you. You are fucking small to end me. I am East Gonzalez. I am not easy to kill. You should have asked around before stepping into the fucking lion's den" Hunter scoffed. East raised his brows. He continue scoffing.

He hands me the book and I look it over before opening it. “I think this will be of some help to you, I can help you with focus and direction.” I look at a few pages of the book, it has detailed accounts and explanations on how to fulfil different ‘desires’. It shows intricate symbols, circles and some of the symbols look like they are glowing. “What language is this?” Zylith asks and I look up at her. “What do you mean, it’s English.” Sure some of the words were difficult and new but Zylith was far from dull.

The moon wasn’t on their side and his powers hadn't returned. But he can’t let those things get in the way. Through gritted, Calleb let out a low growl and stood tall. "Let go of her." The beast from the east said aloud, fear was evident in his eyes, yet he tried to remain still and did his best to calm himself. He noticed that Accashia was trembling, so he gestured to the young woman to get behind him. There's this unruly thought that they're all going to die that night.

“What will you do if I don’t kneel?” Easton sneered. “Young man, in Michigan, you’re the first person who dares to talk like this to me. Maybe you really don’t know who I am.So, listen carefully. I’m going to tell you now. My name is Easton Zimmer.” Unexpectedly. Alex’s reply was, “Are you done talking? If you’re done, then I’ll trouble you to move aside now.” “Brat, you…” At this moment, Grace finally managed to catch her breath.

Eveline thought. Easton dragged his eyes on Marianne. She was trembling badly, and she bit her lips aggressively. Fear apprehended her entire body. Marianne’s eyes swayed back and forth and her body felt too light, her eyes turned dizzy. “Marianne!!!” Easton rushed to her, catching her falling body in time. In Italy, in one of the most popular clubs owned by Ezekiel, he sat there with a cigarette dangling in his fingers, his face held no amusement and compared to how he always looked, he was dull.

“Shyla, are you studying in the provincial capital of Eastriv?” “Mm.” Shyla nodded. “Eastriv University.” Kayson smiled. “How’s the capital of Eastriv compared to Skyspring?” “Clouriv and Skyspring? They’re more or less the same…” Shyla thought about it, probably making the comparison in her mind. “The economy of both places are similar. Actually, in our area, only Eastsea is special in the sense that its economy can triumph over all its surrounding provincial capitals. “Eastsea is too wealthy. A lot of wealthy people are gathered there, and that causes the area to be unimaginably prosperous.

I shook my head and closed the photo book, picking up the recent package and opening it. It was a Small rectangular metallic box which contained a matching set of diamond shaped earrings and a chain necklace with a diamond head. There was also a small note attached to it. “This isn't half as beautiful as you are, but I would love to see them on you.” It read and I chuckled at the cheesy remark. Since when did Easton become such a sweet talker? I held the earrings, raising them to my face. They were really beautiful and I wouldn't mind wearing them at all. But that would only make Easton think he's succeeding in winning me over.

Revenge was so sweet. * * * The next morning, the boat sailed away from the island with the sun as it rose over the horizon, its rays spilling on top of the water with oranges and golds casting a warm glow over everything in view. Natalia softly snored with low moans that made me wonder what the hell she was dreaming as she lay in the guest bed of my beach house. I’d spent a fortune on this island home, but it was all mine. Who cared that it was paid for with the blood of the mafia’s ordered killings. I slept just fine.