Novel & Cerita Holiday The Soldier Never Off Duty

“The way your fingers tap your thigh even when the rest of you is still. The way you checked your phone and didn’t reply. The sigh you let out just before you stepped into the car.” Her jaw clenched slightly. He was observant. Too observant. “You sound like a man who reads more than he should,” she said. “I don’t read. I notice.” Their eyes met again briefly in the mirror. Something passed between them—something unspoken and electric. She looked away first. “How long were you in security?” she asked, curiosity bleeding into her tone. “Six years. Private detail. Some work overseas.” “And before that?” He paused. “Military. Briefly. Then, Taekwondo instructor. Italy.”

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

"Everything can be taken care of from a distance, Sir." "Great. So that's an early start for me. How is your family anyway? New York is such a busy place that people tend to forget to check up on each other." Jo flashed that magnificent smile of his. "Everybody is doing okay. We're planning on visiting Africa during my annual leave this year. I finally got Billy to agree." He said happily. Billy is his wife. One of the few women I respect so much because she helps bring out the best in her husband, and that makes it easy for everyone at the office.

“By the way, Miguel. This is Annabelle, my only daughter and my youngest child. She’s on her third year. Dear, please pay respect to Lt. Luis Miguel Saavedra. He is a soldier, an officer at the camp.” “Good morning Sir,” the young lady greeted in a soft voice. She was stunned as he stood up and asked for her hand. She stared at his hand before reaching out hers. Their hands touched with a soft grip as they shook hands. She was like elated as she felt his, drawn up to her elbows. She immediately let go as if she was burnt. “Good morning. Nice to meet you, Annabelle,” the soldier greeted. His voice was so delightful to her ears. It brought another flutter to her body. She got more tensed so sh

one of the police officer said "we are trying our level best sir, today there is a fireworks festival, so there are many tourists and we need to control the crowd at the sametime we are checking each and every tourist too" don asked "there is no news about it since from two days why it was happening suddenly" the officer replied "actually it was postponed due to news of storm sir, but as everything is okay now the festival was scheduled to be happened today, before few hours only we also got the information" don punched the wall in anger, his fist started bleeding, the officer also shivered because of the action of don

The ice-cold droplets beat down on my shoulders, biting and bone-chillingly cold. In the past, whenever it rained, Leonard would always show up right on time, holding an umbrella to pick me up. Today, however, he was nowhere to be seen. Drenched and disheveled, I made my way back home in the rain. The moment I pushed the door open, a wave of warmth and laughter washed over me, making me feel utterly out of place. The Crosses sat in a circle in the living room, sorting through their vacation clothes and double-checking their travel itinerary. The excitement in their eyes was impossible to hide. Tomorrow, they would be boarding a flight to a tropical island.

"But it is also the price for being this close to me. Remember that. The closer you get, the colder the water gets." He pulled back, his eyes sharp and serious, instantly returning to the strategist. "Now go. Before the water reflects a face it shouldn't." I backed away, my entire body shaking, my lips tingling. I didn't say a word. I didn't need to. I had the truth, the passion, and the terrifying knowledge that I was now an active soldier in a family coup. The terror had never been greater, but neither had the sense of being truly, fatally alive.

“You’re insane. What did I even do? Where were you anyway? “Oh, I’ll tell you. Before the accident, I stopped by your office. You and your little Barbie secretary were having a nice chat about me. ‘Dumb girl’? ‘Keep her for the holidays? Ring any bells?” Dahlia watched his face pale. “Now leave me the hell alone.” She jammed her headphones back on, cranking the volume loud enough to drown him out. Didn’t notice the other man still watching them. When she reached her floor, she stepped out. Henry stayed behind. Dahlia walked to her desk, pulled off her headphones, and logged into her computer. An email popped up about the holiday auction. A week date with the top bachelor, blah blah blah, in

And yet, in front of another woman and another child, he moved with ease, calmly putting together a proper home-cooked dinner. I felt as if an invisible hand was clenching my heart, squeezing until I could barely breathe. Without thinking, I reached for the car door, ready to storm upstairs and confront him. Then the surveillance footage flickered and abruptly switched to live feed. On the screen, Silas set the final dish of spicy stew on the table and spoke with a sigh of satisfaction. "I've finally gotten Ariana and that little rascal out of the house. Thanksgiving should be spent with just the three of us."