John Marston From Red Dead Redemption Mga Nobela at Kwento

When I dry my hair my phone vibrates so I picked and put it on speaker to hear my friend Jackson's voice, "Hey RM" He is also an Alpha too, Glory Moon pack in the west, and he is also a mafia leader for all gangs in west. From the start, he agreed to stay under me. I met him when I was a teenager, don't ask how. It's weird and whoever hears will get terrified, one thing is for sure it's not in a good way. We both were a bad combination. If John knows I am talking with him he will lecture me for an hour. He thought Jackson is a bad influence but to be honest we both were same in some aspects that no one will find in any soon cause whoever found is not above the land nor inside so I want to ke

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

But when Linda turned and looked at Hayes and Martin where they stood before them, she noticed that Martin was shaking and sweating. “What is wrong with you?” Linda was forced to ask him. He looked like he would pass out any moment from now. “Johnway is dead. Johnway is freaking dead. That wasn’t the plan,” Martin said and as soon as he said that, he began to weep. “Oh gosh,” Ruby rubbed her temples in irritation and annoyance. “Do I have to deal with this?” She complained. Colt was a bit sympathetic towards Martin, but he tried not to show it, and that was just typical of Colt. He was always in on whatever his wife wanted, but deep inside, the man had a conscience; one that even Ruby’s mani

I hesitated, but curiosity pulled me forward. As we walked, he gestured toward the tombstones, speaking names I didn’t recognize. “Johnathan Marks. He was one of the first men to stand against the mayor when he tried to sell the town’s land to developers. Disappeared one night. Turned up weeks later, throat slit, floating in the river.”

They looked vicious; they did not seem like ordinary folks. The leader of the group was around 40 years old. His face was pale. He must have suffered some injuries. 'Oh, no!' Darryl had a bad feeling about the man. He could tell that they were bad people, and it looked like they had fled there after a battle. He was right. Those men were bandits. Their leader was Marvin Stallard, also known as River Dragon. He had committed crimes everywhere and was a catastrophe to the martial arts alliance. He had wanted to rob a cargo ship on the river with his men. However, they were ambushed by two sects. Marvin had suffered severe injuries before he fled with his men. Coincidentally, they were nearby M

In photos Rose is less than twenty years old, before their marriage means Jhon was right Mark actually loves Rose but what was going in between Mark and his mother, did she really drug him. Gatlin complete his promise as he had given to Jhon, seven in the morning Gatlin’s man took Jhon to the decided place and left him on the gate of the army base. Jhon becomes happy his legs and hands were badly bleeding even dark red blood has solid down on many parts of his body, Jhon with his remaining strength run to the gate but at the gate, he saw the devil Justin in soldier’s uniform looking at him with a sinister smile, for the first time in his life Jhon felt he had seen a real devil, he wanted to

I follow, backing up, keeping the operatives suppressed with controlled bursts. Then I hear it. A voice. Calm. Authoritative. Cutting through the chaos. "Hold fire." The shooting stops instantly. The operatives freeze in place. A figure descends the center drill shaft. Slower. Controlled. He lands on the grating and stands, removing his helmet. I see his face, and recognition hits like a physical punch to the gut. Marcus Sterling Jr. Mid-forties. Sharp features. His father's eyes. The son of the man Hale supposedly killed in 1988.

Stephanie sobbed. “Stephanie!” a male voice yelled through the halls. “Steph, thank the Goddess you’re okay.” the male said wrapping her in a tight embrace. “I’ll kill him.” He gritted. “Whoa, nobody’s killing anybody until you tell me who you are.” I told him. “He... He’s my true mate, Greg.” Stephanie whispered. “Greg, this is Alpha Ryder Stone and Luna Ryle RedFang, well, they haven’t taken over yet.”

the Mason dude laughs which nearly makes me laugh, not because what he said was funny because it definitely wasn’t, but the way he shut Markus up was something I had never seen before. “The man that’s stood right in front of you now is called Mason Dalton, he’s this big time drug lord that the agency have been trying to take down for years. If we can take both him and Markus down in one operation, that would just be incredible” Jacob tells me which sounded like a big deal, I was more interested in just stopping Markus but it was nice they’ll take another dangerous man off the streets. “You’re doing so well Payton” he reassures me which was definitely what I needed right hear right now, this

These people are mental, they’re crazy! This was the monologue from his heart. At once, Roddy turned and ran for the entrance. A silhouette blocked Roddy’s way. “Where do you think you’re running off to?” This man was Martin Jakeman. He used to be called Frank Jakeman, because whether it was his appearance or his personality, he was an honest man through and through. However, the current Martin Jakeman truly looked like a guardian, a protector, just like his name. His expression was wild, horrifying, and bloodthirsty...