Novel & Cerita Heroes Bf

Then we'll have a chance to find his weakness. 'What might his weakness be?' 'Money,' Lily answered immediately. 'All his money!' Caleb added calmly, 'Not just money. His empire. He has a secret offshore trust fund. That is the real core of his business empire. What we need is control of that fund.' I gasped. What kind of children were these two? 'Mommy, just do as we say,' Caleb comforted me. "First of all, you need a new phone that cannot be tracked.'

"Demon? Your friend is already very drunk. Don't sell high; you need someone to drive; after all, aren't you lonely? We can accompany you to spend the night!" I frowned in confusion. The demonic speech before us was quite frightening. Oh God, wake me up from this drunkenness; I have to protect Violet. "Say one more word, and I will finish you off!" Someone shouted from the exit. We all turned to the sound and frowned in confusion. They look like superheroes who will save helpless humans from the attacks of demons. "I'm glad you guys came," Violet said, relieved. Kenan and Vano took a step, approaching the men with death stares.

Valiant's mind was clear and hope ebbed from her in a tidal wave of power. The men sauntered over to her, Reece and Todd and they football huddled swaying from side to side. They broke up after about a minute dapping up Reece and hugging on Val. They were in battle mode and the expiration clock meant blood.

She's shaking—silent but terrified—and I feel her small hands fist in the back of my shirt. "Stay back," I warn. "Or what?" He tilts his head, and his eyes flick to Adam's unconscious form behind me. "Your Alpha can't protect you right now. And you… well, you're a healer. Not a fighter." "Try me." He laughs—low and patronizing—and I want to claw his face off. "I'm not here to hurt you, Alyssa. I'm here to offer you a deal." "I don't make deals with monsters."

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

“We can’t hold here!” “We don’t hold,” the heir said between strikes. “We push them back!” Eolan caught her eye briefly, and in that moment, they both knew—this was the line. If it broke, the fortress fell. The mercenaries surged again, fresh ranks pouring through the shattered gate. Somewhere in the melee, Eolan saw another tattooed face—Obsidian Creed. These weren’t just hired blades. The realization hit like cold water—this attack wasn’t about conquest. It was about him.

After risking my life to save Alpha heir mate Ethan and his father from the devastating rogue attack, I devoted three years to watching over him and helping our pack to reclaim its position at the top. But on the night of the victory celebration, standing beside him was his first love—the woman who had once abandoned him. 【Northern Pack's Alpha Heir Ethan's Triumphant Return, Reunited with Childhood Sweetheart】 The news headline dominated the entertainment section, the video thumbnail showing Ethan and Victoria standing side by side at the press conference, fingers intertwined.

"I didn't realize that it's contagious! Bell, get the hazard masks out and lock these dudes away!" I scowl at him, not finding his overreacting funny this time 'round. "He's not at risk of developing the fatal man-flu. It's called man-flu for a reason. It's not sissy-flu!" Troy speaks up once again, voicing his dumb opinions. "BroBoyBand won't get it because he's not a man, so don't scare the poor wimp for nothing!"

“Celeste Valentina Morau signed off personally. Don’t make her regret it.” Celeste. The name landed like a stone in still water. One of the last purebloods who hadn’t left with the Thirteen Families. Hero of the Swarm War. The face on every newsreel when the supernaturals finally went public. Beautiful. Terrifying. And apparently interested in foster trash from Little Rock via Santa Cruz.

man bun retorted. “Dickhead” freckles rolled his eyes. “Is that what I pay you for?” a menacing voice echoed from behind. I’ve heard that voice before. The water had finally dried off from my eyes a bit so I could see clearer than before. After a few blinks, I realized who it was, the Alpha: Shadow Rael. The third man had very pale skin, jet black long wavy hair with streaks of silver, matching silver-coloured eyes, and he wore a silky black button down shirt with rolled up sleeves and office trousers that looked as though they were custom-made for his body.