Novel & Cerita James Pleiades Hawkins

Hawk checked the peephole, then opened it to reveal a man James had never seen before. He was tall and lean, his dark hair cropped very close to his head; sharp green eyes seemed to take in absolutely everything in one sweep of vision. Fluid grace in his movements marked him for years of training. "James, Angie, this is Kelvin," Hawk said in introduction. "Kelvin, meet James Watson and Angie Chen." Kelvin nodded toward them both; his expression impossible to read. "Hawk filled me in. Sounds like you've stirred up quite a hornet's nest, Mr. Watson."

I questioned, and he turned his attention around, fixing his gaze on a young man engaged in conversation with his friends while they sat around a table to drink. “What’s your name!” I shouted, striding towards the young man. The music abruptly ceased, and all attention was drawn to me, but I paid no heed. As I closed in, I brought my hand down forcefully on the table, causing it to shatter, and I seized the young man by his collar. “Cornelius—my name is Cornelius,” he stammered, struggling to speak as I tightened my grip around his neck, nearly crushing it. "Alpha Hawthorne, you're killing him," Rogers interjected from behind me, the fear evident among everyone present. Yet, I remained unfaz

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.