Holes Hector Zeroni Novels & Stories

Even her annoyed expression looked alluring and charming. Darcy felt threatened. She had no good impression of Honey. “Fine. The man’s name is Gunter Powell, from the Powell family of Glowmoss. He’s also the chief instructor of Zion Mercenaries and Glowmoss Foreign Legion.” Honey revealed Gunter’s details to Kaze since it was not a secret. Even if Kaze was not aware of it now, he would soon find out. “The chief instructor of a foreign legion?” Kaze pursed his lips.

Hector closed the door, then asked, “So, how many bullets are we talking this time around? Same as always, ten?” “No, this is going to be a much bigger order,” I replied as I walked around his wall and stared at the pictures on his wall. Hector was the same person who made weapons for Kolton, but he was objective. He didn’t care who made what for whom. As long as he got paid for it, he was game.

Alessandro smiles at me, lifts his head from my legs, and presses a light kiss to my stomach before getting up and putting on some black checkered pajama bottoms but still shirtless and his tattooed chest is exposed, so fucking hot. "Let's go get you some breakfast" He said and I slipped my panties and shorts back on, he stretched his hand out for mine, and as I started to walk, I stumbled a little, which obviously made him grin. "Zio zio!" Enzo yells, clinging onto Alessandro's legs as we enter the kitchen; Alessandro lifts him up and carries him with just one arm. (Italian Translation. Uncle)

Zeno gave a subtle signal, and his men immediately grabbed Xander from behind and leading him away. "Stop!" Dexter shouted, stepping forward. "You don’t want me to kill him, do you?" Zeno said, and Dexter froze, his fists clenching at his sides. "Here I am, trying to deal with Mr. Black, and you’re only adding to my fucking headache." "Ah, that reminds me," Zeno said, his footsteps nearing. Dexter felt his father’s hand settle on his shoulder. "I heard something strange from your dance crew… from your fuckmate, Cole."

"What do you mean, empty?" ​"Zero," Luis said, turning the screen to show him. "Insufficient funds. The transfer from Zurich_Holdings was rejected." ​Hector stared at the screen. The vein in his neck bulged. ​He looked back at me. The shiv was still in his hand, but the intent had changed. It wasn't a contract killing anymore. Now, it was confusion. ​"Where's the money?" Hector growled, stepping closer. ​"Gone," I said. "I dissolved it. My father is broke, Hector. He can't pay you. He can't pay your lawyers. He can't pay your commissary."

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

The private investigator I hired overseas had sent the latest photos of Jasper. In the photos, he had his arm around Fiona. The two of them stood beneath the Nordvalen night sky, gazing up at the aurora together. He had once promised to take me to see the northern lights for our honeymoon. Work always came first, though, and the trip kept getting pushed back. Now, I finally understood. I was simply never the one his heart wanted. The oxygen mask came down over my face, and the agony spread through every inch of my body. As blood drained out of me, a cold so deep that it felt cellular crept through my limbs. Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins.

Harrison’s shoulder, desperately checking on Valeria's position. Meanwhile, on the other corner of the grand venue, inside a quiet, dimly lit hallway near the luxury restrooms, Shawn Sterling was pacing back and forth. He held his phone tightly against his ear, his face completely serious. His voice was low, deep, and commanding as he spoke to the person on the line.

The old man breathed an eerie laugh and soon said, "Allow me to introduce myself—the name is Hector Clet. It's perfectly reasonable if you don't know me, as I'm but a humble man who gained an epiphany." He then took off his mask, revealing a burned and wrinkled gruesome face, and put it back on before continuing, "We've found out about the strange occurrences in Shagan a long time ago, and I was given orders from above to lead a group and investigate it. "However, even after uncovering the entire story, we don't have any particularly effective solutions. As such, we bide our time and wait, making this in the process." Hector then took out an emerald from his back pocket, though it was clearl

But Hector would not settle for an answer that would make him like an afraid idiot mackerel who would scuffle his way inside a can; he also has his own alas! "Not a problem of course. I was just wondering if you are not afraid to scratch or crash that expensive car of yours. By the way, I will be using my BMW Z4 M40i Roadstar." Atty. Hector laughed out loud when Atty. Garette cursed with his breath hissing like a mad whirlpool. Atty. Greg shook his head smirking. "Alright then, my baby Nissan 370Z Nismo will hug my goddam ass while flying, letting you all breath my belches."