Gallant 소설 & 이야기

Flanking him were three elite Nightfang enforcers, clad in reinforced ceramic body armor and clutching drum-fed shotguns loaded with silver buckshot. Garrett looked down the hall, taking in the carnage, the blood-splattered walls, and the bodies of his fallen scouts. He didn't look bothered at all. In fact, a low, rumbling chuckle started deep in his thick chest. "Well, well," Garrett mocked, his gravelly voice echoing off the narrow walls. "Look at the great Alpha Sinclair. Crawling through the dirt and racing through a rainstorm like a starving, desperate hound. All this blood, all this effort... just to play the gallant hero for an ex-mate who can't even st

“Rancid left you something.” Nitro stood up and walked to the back of the room and opened a door. He disappeared inside and returned a few minutes later with a large box, one that would hold an expensive dress. He placed the box on the table in front of Jake and sat down again. Jake opened the box and pulled out the black leather jacket. It felt heavy in his hands and he turned it over. On the back, etched onto the leather, was a burning phoenix with his road name, ‘Wrath’, beneath it. Jake swallowed the lump away and looked at Bandit. “Fucking Rancid,” he said, and everyone burst out laughing.

you read me. "The lawyer who will put your ass in prison if you don't release me immediately." I spat and I yanked my hands off his as he let me. "You're Alexis." He gulped, knowing he had fucked up. "Yes and you are?" I pretended to be interested, plastering a polite expression on my face. "Logan, bodyguard of Mr. Valente." He replied picking his gun up off the floor. "Valente is Italian for Valentine." He explained witnessing my confusion.

"Very good, I have single handledly slain many great warriors, two is but a joke to me" She snodded and stood back but his opposition wasn't impressed. "This won't be the same Dracul! We are no mere warriors, we have been made in your image!" Gallant said and charged, the rapier held back, Vlad swung but he effortlessly evaded and sliced at his arm, yet the chainmail prevented any damage, Vlad's sword made a return flight and severed Gallant's head. There wasn't even a scream, only ash piled up before the victor, Ezekiel took a step back shocked at his "How!? He was immortal!?"

he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara. "Thank you," he said to her and drank it whole. "I so much despise this Gora," she announced while riding up the stairs with Zaviar and Yara flanking her. "The Pakistani boys are much better than them." "Just because you couldn't have colorful eyes and blonde hair doesn't mean you should be jealous of the one having." She locomoted her body to look at the face of none other than Abraham Chauhdry. He was standing two steps behind her. His electric green eyes were contracted into narrow slits due to bright sunlight. His blonde hair shimmered in the sunshine. Minahil was too busy glaring at him

"I just kind of observed a few things, just like you did." "You go first," I whispered, standing up straight to face him. He nodded and took his time while I noticed his hair sway to the right because of the wind. Mr. Min thought he was much like a tiger, which was true when he fought but when one saw him looking like this, warm and gentle, he definitely did not look like one hence proving the huge tiger tattoo on his back useless.

“There’s no doubt Kyle Martin was today’s winner, keeping his position as the Kings’ right-hand man. But there’s one more member who deserves recognition tonight.” “Xavier Delano, step forward,” I called out to the gang's newest and fastest-rising member. He stepped forward with a confident glint in his eyes, dressed in a black hoodie and jeans, giving off a slightly sinister vibe. The others had followed the rules and wore jackets with the gang's crest. Normally, I’d admire rule-breaking, but for some reason, something about this guy felt off. Kyle hadn’t stopped praising him the entire time I’d been gone—and Kyle didn’t usually give anyone that much credit.

Charli Funny? No I didn't think any of this was funny. Defiantly, I stared up into Nox's eyes. The cold glacier blue of this afternoon was gone. Navy swirled in their depths. I was playing with fire, and I knew it. However, the longer we stood, our lips a whisper apart, his warm breath skirting my cheeks, and our hearts beating erratically against one another's, I didn't care if I got burned. No, I wanted to be burned.

It hurt too much to keep the last name Russo, and it reminded me of all the good times we had and the bad times. Stepping into the gala, I decided to go get myself a drink at the bar; this was going to be a very long night, so I needed to prepare myself with plenty of drinks. My gun was placed in my stocking just below where my panties were and I wore a black long-sleeved dress with my chest on show, paired with black heels, I also had on dark red lipstick and my hair was in a slicked-back ponytail showing off my features.

Local time, 8:30 PM. Deep beneath the barren desert, the Bertley military base loomed like an iron fortress. Umbracia's four-star General Hesberg, clad in his sharp uniform, stared at the battle screen with a grim look. The latest report showed a devastating defeat: the Giant Whale's Fury tactic had failed, both Lords of War outmaneuvered, and the entire carrier fleet rendered useless. Alexander, an unstoppable force, was still carving his path into Umbracia.