Novel & Cerita Invincible Grand Regent Thragg

"I'm not asking you to love me. I'm asking you to trust me. There's a difference." I looked at his hands around mine. Warm. Calloused. Real. "What do you get out of this?" I asked. Damian smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "I get to watch Julian Thorne burn. And I get to do it with the most dangerous woman I've ever met by my side." I thought about my mother, sleeping in her hospital bed. I thought about Julian's thugs in the penthouse. I thought about the recorder hidden in my bra,the evidence backed up on three servers.

The last thing he, or BLACKEAGLE, needs is for the news media to catch evidence that not only has our leader come back from the dead but also begin slaughtering his enemies indiscriminately on the street in a bath of blood. Reggie isn’t just Hunter’s best friend, he’s his second. Sometimes my love also plays the roll of double, keeping enemies confused. They are close in size and build, and from a distance with their gear on, you can’t tell them apart. He’s also Grant Group’s lead PR person and the only person other than family who can talk Hunter down from his murderous berserker rage. Reginald Carter is Hunter Grant’s fixer, the glue that keeps things together, including our boss.

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.

Every person on board knew how vulnerable the Bullet was, and did what they could to ignore it. But the Thraki had put themselves at risk too, by boarding the Hegemony vessel without so much as a single bodyguard. Or so Hardin Ishimoto-Seven had told not only himself, but the Triad of One, which consisted of Magnus Mosby-One, son to the notorious Marcus-Six and his free breeder wife, as well as his half brothers, Antonio and Pietro-Seven. The scene outside the wardroom was tense, as everyone waited for the aliens to arrive, and wondered if they truly would. Magnus stood talking to Pietro. He had his father's black hair, his mother's tendency to put on weight, and a deep, commanding voice.