Langston From The Rangers Mga Nobela at Kwento

Langston said as she got out of the chair she was sitting in and walked over to me and started to rub my chest. "Listen Langston, I have a lot of work to do. I will see you later." I said as kindly as I can. Everyone in this pack thought Langston would be my mate. We dated a lot in High school but I felt nothing for her then and I feel even less now. She was just simply the pack slut.

I could feel Ryan's curious gaze burning into me, but gladly, he didn't mention it in front of his client. “Ryan Carter,” Mr Langston said, shaking his hand firmly before turning to me. “You must be Ryan's girlfriend he has always talked about. I can see why Ryan speaks so highly of you.” “It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Langston,c I said smoothly, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Ryan talks about you all the time.” “Gregory, please,” he corrected, his warm demeanour making it easier for me to play my role well and relax.

"Blocked number. Told me I had to watch myself. That there were people watching all my every move. At first I thought he was trying to bluff me. Now I don't know." Jackson sighed. "That's Langston. He's a puzzle-solver. Warned him off last year. Told him it was over." "Well, he didn't take the warning," Christiana said. "He's playing with fire now. And if Victor's right, he's not just stalking Stacy anymore. He's stalking all of us." Luke nodded in refusal. "Then we stop him." "We don't even know where he is," Jackson answered. "Langston could be anywhere. He uses burners. He jumps cities like a phantom. That's how he operates. That's why I hired him."

This was no random attack—it had been planned. Beside him, Langston stood rigid. His trembling hands lifted. “Y-you—” The sound of a gunshot tore through the air, cutting off Langston’s words. His body was flung backwards and crashed into the bookshelf. His eyes flew wide open, then went blank. He collapsed to the floor without a sound—the bullet had pierced his forehead dead centre. Paul screamed. “Damn it!” Heavy, measured footsteps entered the room. Paul lifted his head and his eyes locked onto several armed men wearing hoods. None of them spoke.

Langston —————- My fingers trembled as I put the pen down. My chest felt like it was splitting apart. Tears slipped down my face, blotting the words on the page. I folded the letter and sealed it into an envelope, my vision blurring with every motion. A hand landed gently on my shoulder. “Mr. Langston… are you okay?” I looked up. Jake stood beside me, concern etched into his face. “Jake…” I wiped at my tears with the back of my hand. “I’m okay.” My voice cracked.

Langston caught a glimpse of the man her son had become: a father, a protector, someone no longer willing to bend to the will of the Langston legacy. Mrs. Langston's face hardened as the door closed behind Micheal. Her hands, clasped tightly in front of her, trembled with barely contained rage. This was not the obedient son she had raised, the one who was supposed to safeguard the family's legacy. No, this was a man who dared to defy her, to threaten the very fabric of their lineage. She paced the room, her thoughts a tangled web of strategy and resentment.

I heard him laugh outside the bathroom. I got back to the seat and buckled up. I found out that Linden and the team were closed, including Romare. I enjoyed a little chitchat with him. “What’s your first impression of me?” I looked right through his hazel eyes. “I don’t think I should answer that.” “Langston, huh? You’re a rich kid working as a bodyguard. Why?” He looked surprised I knew who he was.

Langston] [I wanted to sincerely apologize for the predicament I put you in the other day. I never meant to betray you or the kindness you showed me. It was just that… Miss Bianca weaponized my daughter's illness to her gain, and promised me that she could get her to the top of the donation list if I did what she asked. Please understand that I was merely looking out for my daughter's health as her mother. I know it doesn't make up for throwing you under the bus like that, and I truly am sorry for the chaos that ensued because of it.] [As a gesture of good faith, I thought you should also know I found a freshly torn prenatal checkup report in Mr. Langston's study when I had cleaned it last.

“The pieces were falling into place. You guys might have outsmarted my sister but will soon realize that joking with dining with Langston is playing with fire.” Margaret might have failed in her mission against the Harringtons, but Langston knew he was different. He was smarter, more ruthless, and determined to protect his legacy at any cost. “Lets see how this goes.”

"Inside the den, the air was warmer. The other twin, the one who carried the softer side of the Reed-Walker blood, rubbed his eyes and sat up on the floor cushions." "Langston? Is that your actual face or am I still dreaming about rabbits?" "It’s me, you sleepy pup. Move over, you’re hogging the heat." "Langston sat down next to his sibling, acting like he hadn't just committed a federal crime against the largest pack on the West Coast. Watching them curl into each other, I felt that fierce, primal drive to protect. I wasn't going to let Grant or the Walker Ridge Estate claim a single hair on their heads."