Lattimore Iliad Novels & Stories

Selena's parents were her own personal hell and she sometimes found herself wishing them dead. She was not so naive to imagine a white Knight coming to save her. She didn't believe in any knight. But that was exactly what had happened though. ●*** Gabriel Adams was ravenous and he felt the chicken gnocchi soup was a great idea. Usually when he went over to the Meat-and-Greet Italian restaurant which happened to be his favourite restaurant, he was hit by a wide variety of delicious smells that instantly made his mouth water and his stomach growl, but today was different.

What the hell was she doing here? I didn’t waste a second. I scrambled to my feet, pulled on my clothes, and raced to the main house. Only to walk into Lucy holding a knife. Though, judging from the scene, she already had things under control. I return my attention to Lana. “You stopped being Mr. Olympus’ woman the moment he found out you were fucking a member of the Vains.” Her face drains of color. Realization hits hard. The Vains, a rival underground network belonging to Samson Carmi. A dangerous bastard with noble blood and an even deadlier reputation.

You will forever be in my heart. Logan X

“Let’s see who the real culprit is.” Across the distance, Luca looked straight at me. A faint smile curled at the corner of my lips, barely there... but satisfying as I watched real terror flicker in his eyes while he fought to keep his face calm. "Whoever laughs last laughs best, you bastard. Checkmate... Luca Miller."

Dylan mocked Lucian, who clenched his jaws. “Fuck you, Dylan!” Lucian angrily cursed him. “Tell me, where the fuck are you?” Dylan started walking away. He even locked the door after he left. I want to follow them, but I lost my strength. I swallowed hard as I looked at the window. I chewed my lower lip. All I can see is the never ending green scenery. It was like a paradise. A lonely paradise. A paradise for sorrowful soul. Hugging myself, I can only hope and pray that Lucian come with a plan. Although, I know that he will because he's smart. I'm just scared that Dylan might outsmart him, just like what he did to Jacob and to me. ~

She would appear with friends as if it was enough seeing her face but also B****** that were notorious for causing trouble that most often resulted in violence. On this particular day Capri was stepping off a ladder onto the counter doing her cig scan audits. This ugly troll decided it was a smart idea to pull on her combat boot strap causing Capri to stumble backwards and injuring her elbow. If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, Ella as Taurus had her stored in his phone called her a “home wrecking bitch!” Capri…. Maybe I’m overthinking, but wasn’t I the one in a relationship with him for years since high school or was I a delusional twenty-one year old that made it all up.

But Lucian raised a hand, eyes narrowed, sensing something. Then Lila—thinking the silence was fear—burst into triumphant laughter. She threw her hands up in the air, declaring, “It’s over! He’s dead! The North belongs to me!” She turned dramatically to her army. “Let this day be remembered as the day I crushed the legend himself!" As Damian’s body lay motionless on the ground, the dust slowly settled around him. Lila stood tall, triumphant, her arms spread wide like a conquering queen. Her chest rose and fell with pride, and a slow smirk crept onto her face.

Tamara said her softly and she nodded. "This one cannot even hurt fly." Chidera said coming back a container of Minimie chin chin. "Why are you guys always eating everything in my house?" Christiana asked as Tamara and Chidera got comfortable on her couch eating the chin chin. "You are under James' N*****x account abi?" Chidera asked switching on the Television. "No o, she's under Deji's account. I'm using it too." Tamara stated and Chidera nodded. ***********

Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.

The world became a blur of motion, a frantic, desperate race against an enemy we couldn’t see but could always feel breathing down our necks. Hypatos pushed us, his body a machine fueled by a grim, unyielding determination that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. The leisurely pace of the previous days, the quiet moments of connection and confession, were gone, replaced by a grueling, punishing march through terrain that seemed designed to break us. The loyalists were no longer a distant threat, a vague, looming shadow on the horizon. They were actively pursuing us, a constant, nagging presence that was a palpable thing, a cold, heavy weight that settled in my bones and made every breath