Herzog Novels & Stories

In a secret base: Hilter Reichert sat in his dark gloomy office: he was smiling at the figures on his high tech computer screen, the US $50 billion was safely within his off shore Swiss account. Hilter was medium in build and height, with what was once used to be a purely dark hair; he had dark eyes, Hilter had a moustache that connects to a goatee that was almost covered fully with streaks of gray, he was in his late 50s: A technological genius. He frowned when he saw Nerma standing outside his office, he gestured for Nerma to enter: Nerma was his giant body guard– enforcer– lieutenant. In his early 40’s, Nerma stood at an incredible 6 foot 10 inches tall.

It was quite intimidating Zoey. "I'm Zoey Lavigne. I'm Dionysus Chevalier's secretary. I'm here to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Chevalier regarding the cremation of Mr. Hermes Chevalier." Zoey could feel her heart beating like she was going to faint because she doesn't know what to expect by meeting Dionysus' parents. But, upon remembering the possible heartbreak Dionysus would feel if ever his grandfather would be cremated before he could even see him for one last time, Zoey braved herself more. "I can do this. I'm an aries."

They should situate them in northern wintry countries with no daylight at all. Hmm. Is there a piece in that? I quickly type into my BlackBerry: Zero-daylight spa? then look up. “Everything OK?” “The Gruffalo is here. He looks livid.” She swallows. “Maybe I should leave.” The Gruffalo is the industry nickname for Gunter Bachmeier. He owns a chain of ten luxury hotels and lives in Switzerland and has a forty-inch waist. I knew he was invited tonight, but I assumed he wouldn’t turn up. Not after our review

His attention was drawn to every tree and tall plant that passed by. "Blessy!" he dared to say, but no one responded. He couldn't even say the woman's name correctly. It bothers him that they are at odds with the rest of the world. And liking it is a great craze for the lone Fender Hearst disguised as Zerus Craige. When something caught his eye, he stopped. Some flower petals were scattered on the ground. He dashed over there and grabbed it. He sniffed the flower and stared at the flower he was holding for a few seconds.

His hands trembled as he thought of how to prevent his daughter from Edon. Two shining, arrogant eyes had established dominance over Ozouf's face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of his body. He seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable of enormous leverage. His eyes remained wide open for a while as he rolled them from time to time.

“ Maximo Romano. You are? “ The man greeted. I made sure he saw my left hand as I greeted back. “ Brianna, Trentino. “ I introduced “ Ah, the famous Brianna. I have a feeling we will be great friends,” he said but I didn’t like the mischievous look on his face. Romano chuckled and gestured for Maximo to go to his side. He placed his hand around Maximo’s shoulder and a look of pride flashed his face.

he replied and I heard the door open I turned to face a frustrated Xavier his hair messy most likely from being under the snow cap. "You must be Xavier," Sebastian said standing up outstretching his hand. "I'm Sebastian," he added and Xavier shook his hand confidence radiating off him. He was intimidating even more so when he wanted to be and I knew Sebastian felt the power, control and confidence radiating off him. "Xavier Persons," he said giving him a small smile before pulling away sitting beside me.

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

“As if you took care of the business all these years. You’re right, I’ve never seen him either.” We both looked at him expecting him to answer. “Mateo. I have known him since last year. Since he joined to be more clear. He is like a police officer who works secretly and clears problems from our rivals. I heard he is a great hard worker. He is also a young agent out of all.” He explained. “Ah, last year I got informed that a guy joined us to fill the vacant seat of a secret agent. I also missed meeting him on his first day for approval and dad signed him in instead of me.” I clarified.