Falcon Astd Novels & Stories

I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry. “Prince Falcon! Interesting. I imagine the success you make with women. Rich, tasty…I mean…very tasty… your food” Hanna stuttered and turned red as a pepper. I had to stop myself from laughing. She was graceful even when she talked too much. “Thank you for Prince Falcon. It's a name that was created by my friends, because of the way I behave in the financial market. I have a company here in the United States that manages the finances of entrepreneurs. And about women... I've had many relationships, but none that fill the void in my heart." I said looking straight into her eyes and she swallowed her food, almost choki

she said. I straightened my back and looked up at her. "Mr. Falcon?" "Hmm... Ysmael Falcon is a powerful businessman with a reputation for getting what he wants. I admire him for being a sought-after businessman in the country today. He's my inspiration, so I'm trying to improve my business even more. And luckily, I have the chance to work with him. Imagine two birds with one stone? This is my lucky year!" Andra's face blushed as she turned her eyes to Argo.

Watch your tone- Reish's tone was still relaxed. Falcon shrugged nonchalantly and grabbed his omega's hand just in case they had to run. "Come on, inside, your mother isn't waiting with dinner ready, I'm sure they're hungry." He turned around and walked inside with his hands clasped behind his back. "Is your father Venatic?" Silver stood on tiptoe and whispered in his partner's ear. Falcon quirked his lips. -Not exactly venatic, but in its territory as if it is more authoritarian than normal. So you better erase the image you had of them when they went to the house. This is on another level-

Eliza chuckled, glancing around and causing the other members of Dragoria Palace to laugh. "The fifth technique of the Falconia Method? You're from the Falconia military?" Brooke, who was seated, looked at Maman with a smile. Her tone clearly indicated certainty despite phrasing her words as a question. Everything had happened in an instant, but Adrian saw it all clearly. The Falconia Method was developed twenty years ago by the military of Falconia in collaboration with numerous domestic powerhouses to create a powerful attack for new powerhouses. Known for its immense destructive power and sinister moves, it was called a technique exclusive for powerhouses due to its ease of learning but d

(FIGHT OVER-VIEW BY THIRD-PERSON) HEART from THE KIGHTS VS FALCON from THE BLACK PARADE Sense Enhanced: Sense of SIGHT AGILITY: 77% CRITICAL THINGKING: 74% PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 77% EMOTIONAL STATE: 74% .. Falcon stood six feet, 5 inches, with a well-built body that can be seen through his fit shirt. A work-out addict with a brutal fighting style, opposite from his opponent that is known for her elegance and grace in the arena.

stella was sitting close to the window so she was still busy staring out the window. "It sure does looks beautiful"Stella said giving the country the last view. "Yes you're right"Stella heard someone said and she gasped. "Sorry for replying you when you ain't talking to me,but i have to admit it"Falcon said. "Well anyway I'm falcon and you??"Falcon asked. "Well I don't tell strangers my name"Stella said coldly. "Ok i understand"Falcon replied unhurriedly. "We seems to be heading towards the same direction"Falcon said.

Faline could see who the strongest among the Knights when it comes to face-to-face combat, just by looking at the tight schedule her companions had. Astora, her Halequin, grew into a fine young eagle. It would stay by her side but sometimes, it would disappear. Faline had a hard time looking for that adventurous Halequin and so she planned to let him be. Only to find out one night that Astora was with General Dana.

"You don't even talk like me. You're too... polite. You say 'please' and 'thank you' to the cashier at the grocery store. Guys on the Falcons don't do that. They’re animals." "I can be a prick if I want to." She hacked at the other side, the metal blades grinding together. It was uneven. Jagged. It looked like a hack job because it was. She wasn't a stylist; she was an infiltrator. "I've been watching you my whole life, Ryan. I know how you walk with that stupid limp when you want attention. I know how you sit with your knees too far apart. I'm going to the Falcons. You’re going to stay here in this house and figure out whatever the hell is wrong with you."

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.