Erich Heckel Novels & Stories

It made my hair stand on end and my skin itch as it wrapped itself around me. "Ah, Erik, I've been expecting you. I'm sure you could use some rest after that horrible fall." He said his voice was whimsical and held such happiness as he spoke. He knew so much, but it didn't surprise anyone. His voice caught me off guard as I expected him to sound as dark and evil as his energy. "Of course, but first," Erik said before turning to the others. "These are some of my pack members, you have already met Drake, but this is Lucas, my top warrior. Tom and his mate Greta are my mate's guardians, and this here is my mate Athena. The one who seeks your help." Malcolm bowed his head in respect.

E. Dr. Schnell is a fascinating, but horrifying person. Through some form life extension he’s discovered that he keeps a secret to himself, he is actually a Nazi scientist from the 1940’s. Apparently, he knew Hitler personally. He is utterly unredeemable and only cares about his scientific explorations, which are totally devoid of, as he would put it, ‘sentimental attachments to a subjective notion of morality’.

I won't let it to happen. After wearing my blazer I went out from my cabin while grabbing my phone. Everyone stood up as soon as I went in the meeting room. All of them greeted me and I did the same. Soon our metting started and I started concentrating on our presentation. I must say, my employees have done a great job. In between our meeting, I noticed Mr. Bechraski looking at me intensely and his that smirk didn't go unnoticed by me. Mr. Cameron Bechraski is an 65 years old italian businessman. He is one the most powerful entrepreneur of our business world.

There was definitely something sensual about the way his lean fingers encircled the Chalk holder before finally picking one. One hand was perfectly held behind his back as he wrote on the board. When he turned around, he picked up a textbook and leaned on the table, adding beauty to the damn furniture. "Now," he spoke again in his crisp British accent, looking up from his textbook to stare directly at me. Still with the book in his hand, he walked over to my desk, "What's your name?" I gulped, his voice unnerving me. When he stood directly in front of me, I almost turned to butter.

This is what he was determined to implement with all brutality and unscrupulousness, killing females and children and everyone who carries the blood of the Zachari people in their veins, until the males of the Zachari people became afraid to announce the identities of their twins if they discovered that they were from the Zachari people. And after more than forty years of wars and bloodshed and failed attempts to reach Helen, Elijah managed to find and kidnap her, but unfortunately this happened after he had used up most of his people, money and equipment, he fled with your aunt he And the rest of his people to the inhabited cities thinking that in this way he will be able to live in peace a

Huxley answered, his voice heavy with sleep. "Hello?" he groggily answered. "Mr. Huxley, it's Charles. We just received a call from the hospital. Marcellus was in a car accident and he's undergoing surgery at the Global Health Hospital. We're on our way there now," Charles explained, his voice trembling with emotion. There was a long pause on the other end of the line before Mr. Huxley finally spoke up, his voice shaking with worry. "Oh, my God. Is he okay? How bad is it?"

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I could at least be frank. “This is not tension, Mr. Sica, I absolutely despise you. As cold as it might sound, I cannot trust you. You have proven to me that you are a man who would not hesitate to throw people to gutters once you are done with them. But it is fine, isn't it? It is what CEO’s do.”