Glenn Rhee Novels & Stories

" Konstantin Dmitri visited the western Hall rent last week twice. Afterwards he invited a surgeon into his lair. In his account the amount of $4,976,468,588,568 was deducted for some reason I couldn't pinpoint. Then earlier today he hired a bomb experts. Right now he is in new York, having a light party with some strippers " " Wow. That's a huge money " a lady mutters in the colly room. " The surgeon he had called upon goes by the man Doc Shetty. He is known for performing the most successful face switched and voices. He won an awards last year for being the best on Earth. His demands however is... On the high path " Maximo let out a sigh at this. Now the puzzle has fallen into place for hi

he assistant quickly retrieved his thoughts and then said, "President, Mr. Harrah said he needs your help and wants to meet with you tonight, what do you think?" "ok." Alex Brown nodded. The assistant spoke with some curiosity, "What else does he need your help with?" Alex Brown snorted, "Becoming president is only temporary. Although their family does not object, there are many people who support Adams Harrah. The old guys promised to vote for Randall Halla, but they did not promise to support Randall Halla forever. " After hearing what he said, the assistant nodded with deep understanding, and didn't dare to ask any more questions.

I read story after story of tragedy; whole families killed, children left orphaned, businesses destroyed… and then I came across the memorial piece for the Luna. A black and white image of her funeral took up the whole front page. The photographer had captured the shot from the side, showing Julius standing at her coffin, wearing a plain black suit, his head held high as he looked forward into nothingness. There was no evidence that he had shed any tears, in fact his face seemed to lack emotion altogether. It mirrored the face of the man who stood beside him, an older gentleman who I assumed was his father.

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside ready for an attack that I wanted to

he yelled pointing at Grenville,” He never will. “Prime Minister,” started Sillicoe, raising his hands in front of him, palms forward as if to calm the PM. “You should all be dead, do you realise that?” The PM shouted interrupting him. “Those Reivers burst in and didn’t kill any one, not one person, it’s a bloody miracle and if I’m not wrong, the worst of the violence was metered out by you and you keep telling us how dangerous THEY are.” He yelled, glaring at Grenville while jabbing a finger in his direction. He closed his eyes to calm himself down.

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."

I wonder if it was concern in his eyes for me or his favorite character died in GOT. It's already six while I am still updating reports of last week. I stare at all the pending reports in front of me while I plan tonight’s dinner. What should I order, corn and peas sub or McD meal? Suddenly I see a large hand with long fingers on my desk. I follow the hand to see whose beautiful hand is this. Ryan, of course, it has to be him. But what is he doing here on my desk, I wonder? His hair set back neatly, jaw perfectly chiseled and nose flawlessly carved. I would give him 100 out of 10, he is so handsome.

as they put it, which consisted of lying to the public or anyone who may have seen the operation. He was hopeful he’d have the opportunity to meet the Guardian Leader, Jordan Findley, or his wife, the Hunter Leader, Janette, when he arrived, but so far, it was day three, and he’d met neither. He shouldn’t have been too surprised, however, since they generally operated in the middle of the country.

“The child she…” “The child is hers, and though you have donated the sperm, I wouldn’t consider a fucking thief the legal father.” He said, stopping the man. Elijah let out a low growl, and Dean glared at him before he tensed. I knew that things could end up getting dirtier than we wanted them to be. However, Dean didn’t have the chance to react as Irina cried out. I frowned in confusion before turning to face her. Her eyes were wide and she put a hand on her stomach.

Apparently, he got the tea straight out the kettle. ‘“Girlllllllllllll, did you read the paper miss ma’am was caught red handed by the janitor fucking a client!” Laments Dexter Capri stares at him in confusion….. She said “what are you reporting now? No scratch that, who are you reporting now?” Dexter****