Jami Gertz Novels & Stories

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Zariah whispers. She points to another. "Imani Lee. Independence Pack. Won't talk to anyone, although not mute." She girl stands with her hands by her front, as she watches the area with dark eyes. So dark in fact, that when her gaze sweeps our way, I have to drop my own to the floor. Independence Pack members don't leave their Pack often, managing to preserve their natural beauty. How she manages to keep her stark white hair that straight, I have no idea. "Chasity Pearson," Zariah murmurs, my gaze following her finger. "Purity Pack. Total nutjob. Thinks the Goddess lives within her, and rumour has it, is only here to convert the Alpha to her religion."

She turned it on and a google search on Joseph King came up. “I was just trying to figure out who he was and what he was capable of. Jensen, he has done some horrible things and always gets away with it. I just don’t want to lose you. I have already lost my family, I can’t lose you too. Please stay with me in Rome.” I laughed and this upset her more. “Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny.” I stopped laughing and looked at her. “I am laughing because he may be dangerous, but I am worse. He won’t even know what hit him when I am done with him. I can promise you that.”

Tabby turned and stalked back into the pool hall, pulling out her phone to call a cab. Jamie Silva was going to regret tonight. She'd make certain of it. *** Wednesday. Dammam, Saudi Arabia. GAZI POLAT STARED DOWN at his worst nightmare. He knew how to move small arms. Guns. Maybe some explosives. But he'd always stayed away from the really dangerous shit. The kind of stuff that brought a lot of attention and risk with it. Playing it safe kept him away from by the Americans and wasn't keen on getting under their thumb again. His new friends were supposed to make these dangers go away. He'd trusted them. He should have known the high and mighty didn't get where they were without stepping on t

"Did Mr. Z reach out to you today?" I went rigid. "No. Who were you drinking with, Brandon?" "Mr. Z himself! Real name’s Jun Hertz. I can’t find a trace of him on the dark web or the official registries, but he’s young and carries himself like he’s backed by a massive treasury. He said he’s been scouting for high-potential tech to disrupt the Kingdom. I laid out our entire kinetic skate-brace project. I’m just waiting to see if he bites."

Only he knew what he was thinking. His phone rang suddenly, interrupting Jared's train of thought. He frowned at seeing the caller ID. "What's up?" he answered. Max's excited voice sounded on the other end. "Boss, we have found out the identity of Specter. His name is Zeke Guzman, a first-year student of the Northon Institute. That's all we have found right now, but this is a good enough lead for us to dig further." 'Zeke Guzman?' Jared's hand paused, and he had thought of something. No one knew that the first name of the army commander of Hustuaburg was Guzman.

And among them were several Savant Grandmasters! Their simultaneous gaze bore into the Smith family members, chilling them to the bone. Maxwell gasped for air. Then, he suppressed his fear, and said, "We're from the Smith family..." "The Smiths? That's exactly who we're looking for!" Unexpectedly, these people burst into laughter, utterly unconcerned. A burly man with a dragon tattoo sneered as he smoked a cigarette. "My name is Gavin Zeller. They call me the Underground King of Mirage City."

Trisha looked at her tokens all over the board and threw the dice; 6. She grinned and took out Emilie's token, then rolled again, 1, she scowled, she'd only needed 2 to take out Emilie's last token, which was now on a safe zone. "Are you making everyone presents again?" Trisha asked, moving a token into home and rolling again. "Yeah, you should see them," Emilie said, getting her token back on the board and moving it out of reach. "Em's trying to grow mistletoe," Emilie's dad said from the door, grinning over a mug of coffee.

pointed out one of the black jackets man. The villagers, the Gutrechtians, including me, then walked over. I could read the Indonesian Corruption Eradication Commission - Sameer Nasri - a photo of a bald Arab face - on the ID card shown. But I was not interested in reading an arrest warrant. I then looked up the face of the Arab ICEC investigator, when up close, seemed round. I looked sharply into the eyes of the ICEC investigator named Sameer Nasri. As if I was about to tell him, got out of here, or something worst would happen. He looked back at me but said nothing.