Fierce Reads Novels & Stories

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

I swear, I deserve a medal of honor for understanding and keeping up with this feisty vixen! -------.

Laughter rang out again—sharp, juvenile, cruel. Mika inhaled. Joy’s jaw flexed. Even Samuel stopped walking. Joy’s expression turned sharp. “What the hell—” And then Fiero moved. Fiero was unnaturally tall, his broad shoulders carrying the weight of something unseen. His skin was pale—almost too pale—sharpening the dark contrast of his brown eyes and jet-black hair. His long lashes framed his unreadable gaze, making him look both ethereal and dangerous. He didn’t just walk. He dominated space without saying a single word.