Ironman 3 Novels & Stories

I said and rubbed a hand through my hair. “Fuck sakes Ryder,” he said but the irritation had left his voice. “What do you expect me to do? Megan was my bonded half, I won’t stop until I find whoever’s responsible,” I said. “You might want to put that on ice,” he said as the Elders and the unknown man walked towards us. “Let’s get started, shall we?” Elder Victor asked. “Sire Ryder, this is Sire Anthony Jacobs,” Elder Cliff said. “Hi,” I said as the man looked down his nose at me.

I instruct sternly. “Scout’s honour,” Michelle promises with a giggle. “Prepare to be pitch-slapped, baby,” she says before hanging up on me. ~*~ “So where is boy-wonder?” Michelle asks as the credits roll on the second film of our chick flick marathon. “Working,” I say quietly. “He has been putting himself through hell the last couple of days. I think he thinks that I am not going to be able to handle all the questioning, especially after the roasting he got.”

I said and she nodded. The Matia building has been on my mind for a long time. If I have to take a step on my game to win the war I'm about to begin, I needed something to beat them with and I have to start with something they badly want but cannot get. When I left New York three years ago to Italy, I was devastated. Bianca helped me all through the way till I could stand to my feet. I picked up my phone, dialing the manager's phone number.

I stood outside the operating theater, feeling lost. My third brother, Carl, shoved me to the floor and called me a monster. He said I'd cursed them, that I was the reason for my parents' deaths. I scraped my palm on the floor, and blood oozed out. I wanted to cry from the pain but forced myself to hold it in when I looked around. The people standing around me didn't dare come near—I could see the fear and hatred in their eyes. I didn't dare make a sound. All I did was bite my lip and get to my feet. Then, I dusted my dress off and comforted myself.

I yelled through gritted teeth. The voice in my head, the voice of Imra my wolf echoed in my mind. Save her. Save Rhea, please Cassian, save our mate. it said over and over again. I held my palm against my ears to try to block out the noise but that did not work. My heart thuded rapidly in my chest. I winced in pain as Imran's voice increased. Save her Cassian. Save our mate. He said over and over again without stopping. “Arrgh!” I yelled with my hand pressed against my head.

" I hung up. Blocked her. Not kicking them while they were down? That was me being merciful. *** The next day, I boarded my flight. As Clouderton shrank into a dot, I exhaled. Three years of hell—finally behind me. Zweizerland was calm, clean. I rented a cabin by the lake, slept in, took walks, read, fed geese. Logged off social media. Blocked out Carmoria and all its noise. Time really does heal. Slowly, the bitterness started to fade. I used to think love meant effort. That being real would get you the same back.

I looked at the document in the captain's hand and then at Eliana. Her expression told me everything. Kaelen had filed his complaint before he arrived. The visit had been a distraction, a way to occupy us while the real move landed behind us. I felt Thorian's hand press firm and steady at my back. "How long?" I asked the captain. "Three days," he said. I looked at my hands. And the silver light, steady and controlled and completely mine, glowed quietly in the morning sun. Three days. I looked at Eliana.

My grandma was pleasantly surprised. She came closer to me and held my hands, "this isn't a coincidence my child. I know you eventually have to accept one of them as your mate but for now, you can work with all three of them and get them to put an end to their feud with one other. Once you have achieved that, you can find out who our enemy is." I immediately recalled my encounter with the three awesome men this morning. The way I felt when all three stood in front of me is something I would never be able to explain. How could I work with all three of them?

Her living room window allows her to see the beautiful night sky adorned with bright lights shaming the stars and even the moon. She imagines Nate and Nina looking at that same beautiful sky after having a lovely dinner while she dines on hot noodle and a cup of coffee. "I'm so pathetic. How did I become like this?" she asked herself. She's about to call for food delivery when Ivy's call came in. She already knows exactly what she's going to ask her. "I just talked to the TV producer. She's okay with the third book being launched in January next year. She told me they would broadcast the series in three weekends in February," Ivy said.

"Y-Yeah... why?" "Maybe there are clues in the notes. Is it still with you?" "I threw it away," she said, then switched the T.V. channel. She doesn't like late night shows anymore. More dramas and nonsense shows. "Oh," her friend said regretfully. "Keep the notes next time. You know... maybe one of these days he might introduce himself in a note." "His name is Third. That's always on the note, eh." "So, do you know anyone who has the same name?"