Heroes Mha Mga Nobela at Kwento

With strict composure, I blinked back the tears and gently took my seat. "Ladies and gentlemen,” the MC’s voice echoed through the microphone, cutting through the hum of chatter. “Please join me in celebrating the CEO of M-Elite as we welcome him on stage.” A wave of applause rose through the grand hall. Liam strutted up the stage, his smile wide, smug, and of course, he didn't know the shock that awaited him. A smile curled on my lips—he was seconds away from the shock of his life. I leaned closer to Vincenzo and whispered in his ears, “Has she received the package?”

I could feel her hesitation in her voice. " We can argue later. Hit me on my head. " I said to her. " You can pretend. " She said. " He is Duante Rego, The Mafia Emperor. He will easily get this. " I heard footsteps increasing, " He's coming. Do it fast. Give both guns to Duante. You know the summary. " I said. She nodded and hit me with the back of the gun on my head. I felt hot red blood, dripping down. It got black all of a sudden as I hit the ground.

" The race began. Each recruit had a compass, a map, and a backpack. Lee watched number ten run at a steady pace. Looks like she has a potential playmate. Well, we shall see the results soon. She walked off the field, back into the control room to monitor their movements. Back at the estate, Dash was busy preparing for Lee's revenge. He was given the responsibility to take Hannah to school and back for the period Lee led the training. He walked around the living room, shirtless as he prepared lunch for three. Wanting to be extra sufficient, he added a fourth ratio instinctively. The man wore a headphone. From where he stood, his sexy movement could be seen. His lean back was on display for a

Lucy The clubhouse smelled of oil, coffee, and the faint tang of smoke when I stepped inside. The morning sun poured through the wide windows, lighting up the worn wood floors and the rows of motorcycles parked outside. The men were busy—cleaning bikes, checking engines, shouting over the roar of machinery. I stayed near the edge, hesitant, feeling like I’d stepped onto a stage without knowing the lines.

I learnt a long time ago , there's no point of speaking , when none is going to value your words . Third person pov : Hoor was looking stunning in her deep red lehnga. Her step mother always felt wary of her .Hoor had gotten the best features of her father and mother . Hoor's step sister was a year older than her. She was beautiful with her black hair and grey eyes , but it was nothing compared to Hoor. Her stepmother didn't want any troubles for her own daughter(Aiza) thats why, decided to marry her off . ........... On the other hand , Arhaan was standing in front of mirror wearing a black 3 piece, combing his hair when his phone started ringing . He picked the call , seeing it was from h

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

“But we won’t sacrifice our morals or our souls for it.” The Keeper cackled, their amusement growing. “Oh, how noble of you. But I’m afraid finding your friend requires a greater sacrifice than mere morals or souls.” Reina frowned, her grip relaxing slightly. “What do you mean?” she asked cautiously. The Keeper approached them, their eyes flashing with dark magic. “The only way to find Adelia is to enter the realm of the Mevara,” they said solemnly. “You must journey through the Shift Tower and face the challenges that lie within. But be warned, the cost of entering the realm of the Mevara is steep. You must give up a part of yourself.”

No one patrols those woods and we used to play in them as kids, so I know them well. Hopping out of the car, I reach down, slip my hoodie over my head and zip it up. Luckily, it's black and will help me blend into the shadows. Before I break into the main house and play hero, I'm going to sneak into my place first. My Glock 19 is locked up in a safe and I'm going to get it. Just in case. I don't care for surprises and I like to be prepared. I'm also not stupid. Who knows what or who I might run up against? Going in without a weapon isn't smart.

A male voice half startled me, and as I turned to the right I still had to look up to see him, and Goddess me, something else was breathtaking. {Back up,} Amara’s voice echoed like a soft whisper, unsure but knowing she had a mate that wasn’t him. He was looking directly at me, not talking while looking at the art like everyone else. His eyes were an impossible grey colour as if they muddled after having every shred of colour ripped from them. His height and broadness were impressive, and I would have assumed he was a Wolf, but Amara was detecting nothing. “They all are,” I tried to play it off. There was no way I wanted a bidding war, for all I knew he could be working with Bourland to driv

Enforcers lead their own crews, my warriors & muscle. The Shadows work separately. Surveillance. Infiltration. Intelligence. They report to me alone. Even the Omegas evolved — Quartermasters, Ciphers, Fixers. Logistics and information win wars just as surely as claws. “Alright, chaos,” I murmur under my breath, “Let’s see what you’re planning today,"