Gallant 소설 & 이야기

Elena pov "You must be mistaken." I assure Velvet as I read through the letter she had just given to me. Everyone knows who Greg Dalton is, a multi millionaire with enough achievements to feed my generation so it can't be possible that he had chosen me to escort him to his family dinner, me of all people. Velvet spins in the chair that she is in and sighs, "I'm glad I'm not. I don't know why, but he wants you." Velvet runs the group I work with. We are not prostitutes but we get paid to satisfy men, or women, depending on who is involved.

But I expected it. My lips curled into a smile. “A noble sentiment,” I replied, tilting my head slightly, I added, “But unnecessary.” Jasper’s smile was beginning to strain. “And why is that?” A door at the far end of the hall opened. Heavy, measured footsteps echoed against the marble floor, filling the grand chamber with a palpable shift in energy. Gasps filled the room. Sir Langston The best knight in the empire. The man who trained the Crown Prince. A warrior whose name sent shivers through enemy ranks. And my aunt’s husband, thus family.

The more than 100 men who were there prepared to attack, but as they advanced, one by one, they fell dead from a silver bullet in the heart, fired by snipers who had trained for years for that. Jackson is scared. It was going worse than 12 years ago. The men didn't even fight. They fell flat on the ground. Suddenly, a small woman comes out the door of the packhouse and shouts something that seems to be in a strange language. - Catena, quae collum innocentis stringis, aperi te, (translation from Latin - Chain that binds the neck of the innocent, open yourself). Immediately, the chain that holds me captive opens, and I leap out of Jackson's grasp.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

Recognizing the quality of Adrian’s weapon, Gallahan sneered. "You’re gonna use such a trashy weapon?" Gallahan then drew his own weapon and flaunted it, unaware that Adrian was already focused on it. Adrian shot a cold glance at the other four, warning them not to interfere. The others, recognizing Adrian’s formidable presence and having no strong ties to Gallahan, chose to remain neutral. With a sense of relief, Adrian confidently pulled out a charm and slapped it onto himself to significantly boost his defense. The charm was specially treated and engraved with formations, creating a micro-formation that enhanced both offensive and defensive abilities.

The Triquetra could fulfil their destiny and duty, and each sire a child with Morgana, and then… Heath rolled onto his side and slid his hand up Talen’s arm, bringing Talen’s palm to Heath’s hip, before leaning in and putting his hand onto Talen’s chest. “I, Heath Gale of the Havermouth Les Guerriers Sanctifies, promise you, Talen Gawaine of the Concordia, that I…” He paused to wet his lips with the tip of his tongue.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

Although he managed to trigger my anger in more than one occasion, not to mention his deceitful way of tricking me into marrying him, I couldn’t help but admire the little qualities in him that have fallen to my liking in these few days. As I said, he was too good with people. It came to him effortlessly. He was always kind to them - and by them, I don’t just mean the ones we knew personally. He’s the kind of person that wouldn’t mind greeting the chauffeur, he effortlessly chats with the barista who hands him his coffee, instinctively acts when someone needs help crossing the road and doesn’t mind helping a mother calm her babies when they’re wailing in her arms. “Did you make up your mind

tall figure, all four of them hold those two injured men’s from their both hands, it was dark outside but there were many street light which were giving me clear view of that tall figure who stood above them, he was around 6’feet tall, with broad and muscular shoulder, I can clearly tell that by looking at muscles that were popping out of his short sleeve black cotton fitted shirt, his caramel tanned skin was complimenting his shirt color, he had shoulder length dark brownish black hairs which were loosely gelled, from side I could see he had a very sharp jaw line with thick beard and moustache, he was wearing deep blue colored denim and a Mojdi beneath that (Traditional Indian foot wear) j

"Deploy the secondary war-galleys. Hunt them through the reefs while the water is still hot." Killian let out a dark, low growl of pure, bloodthirsty satisfaction, vaulting down from the lookout tower to land directly behind me. He didn't wait for the vanguard to deploy before his hands locked around the front of my tunic, pulling my back hard against his bare, scarred chest with a terrifying display of raw Alpha strength.