Kabanata 5 Novels & Stories

Three months later... Today was going to suck. And not the good kind. Nope. The big, sweaty, hairy donkey balls variety. He thought he'd been prepared for this, but the shift in his gut said otherwise. Biting back a sigh, Nakos Hunt glanced from the two men standing beside him to the wide open expanse of Cattenach Ranch. Two-thousand acres of rolling grasslands and high plains. The Laramie Mountains just to the south were little more than a bluish mirage in the distance, but a slightly cool breeze wafted across the basin to provide some relief from the heat.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

Aranjo sat down by the river, rolled up her skirt and began to clean the fish. As a goddess who has low magic power, she can only create a small space to store her things. Unable to hold many items, it was different for those with high levels of magic power, they would be able to create a vast space to store valuable objects. Aranjo took out the knife and the burning spices she had concocted, then asked Griffin to collect the firewood. After the fish is cleaned, Aranjo takes it to the place where firewood is stacked.

CHAPTER 3 It is evening already and I am preparing to go to the club like we have all planned , when a knock sounded on my door. "Come in." I called out as I applied my mascara gently onto my face. Gabriel entered into my room, one hand behind his back, a smile on his face. "I come bearing gifts." He grinned as he revealed what he was holding behind his back. I collected the black cloth from him but felt something familiar in it. I opened it and it was a set of knives. Three black knives with my name engraved on each handle ranging in sizes.

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Cain pulled the knife from the sheath and held it up to observe it. The blade glinted in early morning sunlight that drifted through the windows. Cain placed the knife on the ground and slid it over me. It stopped just shy of my foot and I leaned down to pick it up. Examining it, I knew it was definitely a military-grade knife. "It's an Ari B'Lilah," Cain said. "It's an extreme use combat knife with the toughest and strongest penetrating point possible and one of the finest tactical combat weapons made in the world today—-specifically for the world's most elite counterterrorism unit, the Israeli YAMAN."

She tittered. "You're still cute, babe." Jesse beckoned, gesturing his hand and gaze up and down K's physique. "Yeah, whatever." She bugged out, and made her way back to her mom's bedroom to get some more photos from the sturdy oak shelves. K scooted down the bottom shelf where her baby pictures were. She pulled out four photobooks labeled Kristen's First Birthday, Kristen's First Horse Ride, Kristen Ice Skating and Kristen's First Day at School. Laura literally took thousands of photos of her, it made K smile. She really appreciated how her mom captured those precious memories of her as a kid.

God, he's beautiful, she thought to herself. The day went by quickly and Ivan was beginning to feel bored in the house, he went outside the cabin to take in some fresh air, moving away from the cabin in sight, he took the narrow path leading to where he'd get lost, the path that was different from the one that led to the lake. His mind was wandering around, standing afar off, he stood watching the cabin, nothing seems unusual, he waited for some minutes hoping something would happen, but nothing happened. He remembered he read in a book that "when a person is waiting expectedly for something to happen, nothing ever happens," he heaved a sigh. His hands-on his waist, he started walking farthe