Klaus Hargreeves นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.

The door clicked open, and I tensed. My heart raced against my chest and I clenched my fist, forcing myself to stay calm. Revealing my weapons was not going to do me any good in this place. If anything, they were just going to take them. They were going to suspect me. And I did not want that to happen. He stepped in. Alpha Kael. The man who was supposed to die years ago in my mother’s place. The man I believed would rip me apart the second he discovered who I was.

“The ravens returned from the southern outposts. No sign of any pirate vessels near our shores in the last ten days.” Valerian raised an eyebrow. “And from the eastern harbors?” “Nothing reported. But there’s something else.” Ziva hesitated, then added, “One of our spies stationed in the neutral territories claims he saw a man dressed in wolf furs near the trade docks—escorting what looked like a heavily guarded cargo box onto a long-range vessel.” “Wolf furs?” Valerian repeated slowly. “Whose?” “Couldn’t say,” she replied. “But he mentioned a strange scent. Not wolf. Not human.”

Grandpa groans in pain as he gets up off the chair holding his back “ you really should go see a doctor about your back” grandma yells at him “ oh would you get off my back women” he gripes slowly walking out of the kitchen “ What was that about?” Creed whispered looking at me for answers “ fuck if I know but I have a feeling bringing her back with me might not be as safe as I thought.” I pout rolling my eyes always something

"Sir! You're here just in time! There are five international fugitives inside! Shoot them now!" However, the man didn't spare Mr. Hargrove a single glance and simply kicked him to the ground. Then, under the shocked gaze of everyone present, he strode straight up to Grandpa Eddie. The man snapped his heels together and delivered an impeccably sharp salute. "Good evening, Mr. Blythe!" When Mr. Hargrove saw how the man greeted Grandpa Eddie, it hit him like a bolt from the blue. His body went limp, and his mouth fell open in disbelief.

Two huge dark figures approached in the dark and then stepped into the house, his personal bodyguards. I liked to call them Peanut Butter and Jelly, because they’re always together and they go well together. Listen, I was depressed and they fascinated me because they were huge. They didn’t make eye contact, they didn’t talk, until they stepped aside and Octavious entered. When he did, a rush of cold wind blew into the house and Octavious’ eyes casually glanced around the place. Octavious had on full black today, a black trench coat, black leather gloves, black Capone, black shoes…just black.

He staggered backwards and crouched to the floor as his ears rang. Then he turned towards the familiar voice. "You almost killed me, Greg!" "I didn't mean that," Greg said. A man in his mid-fifties. He had greying hair and dark eyes. He was of average height and he donned a white lab coat that was reaching his knees and under it, he wore blue jeans and a plaid short-sleeved blue shirt. Greg, also known as Dr. Greg, the latter was the term he was often referred to as. He was a research doctor and a friend of Governor Silas.

a voice echoed through the hall, dripping with a familiar, predatory arrogance. Sofia stopped ten paces from the altar. The shadows shifted, and three figures stepped into the light of the central chandelier. In the center stood Zilo Graves. He looked revitalized, his obsidian armor glowing with a faint, internal crimson light. To his left was Klaus, the lead Inquisitor who had once overseen her "training" in the cellar, his face a mask of cold, bureaucratic cruelty. And to his right was Zack, the youngest of the Triad’s primary enforcers, his fingers playing with the hilt of a silver-tipped dagger.

he says, making me realize who he was. "Not if I finish you off first, Tanus." Tanus Godfrey. He was a ruthless man who had murdered numerous of my rogues, and taken some of my girls. I had been looking for him for nearly two years. And now he's here. "Let's dance!" he says, threatening me. I growl and attack him, but I yell out as I feel a knife pierce my side. "No!" I hear a woman's voice yell, making my eyes wide.

He looked over to Ace who all but sent Jericho a death glare. I watched Gunnar's face morph from his usual brooding self to a deep frown as I said, "It's nice to finally meet you, too. You look like the normal brother from the three," I wasn't meant to say the last part aloud but now that it was out there... Ace scoffed, nearly choking on fresh air, "From the three of us, he's the most lethal. He could hack into the Pentagon if he wanted to." "But he doesn't want to, right?" I found myself asking even though I was pretty sure I knew the answer to that.