Leftenan Adnan Novels & Stories

Donnie said. My grandfather gave up? "That's how it's told," said Donnie. I just nodded while thinking seriously. "Did you also know that Bradley was a supporter of Gus Dur?" Donnie asked. Gus Dur's full name is Abdurrahman Wahid. He is the fourth president of the Republic of Indonesia, post-reform. "Yes," I said, "I also only found out about it after the elders of my village told me." Donnie then said that Bradley Tanoto had a blood relationship with one of the anti-New Order activists as well as a religious leader, Abdurrahman Wahid or popularly known as Gus Dur.

He had thrown on a brown leather jacket with a pair of skinny jeans and black sneakers. "I left the realm under your protection," Adnan said. "How have you fared so far?" "The realm is at peace, Your Grace," Yusuf replied with a hint of sarcasm. "The people are well fed, there are no rebellions and all around, your people drink toasts to your health. I believe I have played my part well." "You have served well," Adnan laughed. "Perhaps I shall Knight you before the day is done." "I shall look forward to it with honour and joy, Your Grace," he bowed his head. "Umma," he turned to face their mother, "I'm going out. Can I take your car?"

No, he wasn’t looking at me, but at Adrian, one of the soldiers I’d driven from the plane. Adrian stepped forward. “I am Adrian.” Hearing his Eastern European accent, I realized I’d never before heard him speak. “Sovietnik of the Ivanov bratva. Andros Ivanov sent me here with the famiglia to demonstrate our willingness to aid in this war. We have two planes on their way with more guns and ammunition. This war will end and when it does, as Luciano said, we will all be victorious.” Jano stepped forward. “Who in this room is willing to die for the Roríguez cartel? Levantese.”

"Let's go and get this over and done with." Adnan glanced at his younger brother, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "You shouldn't have listened to him, Mommy," Adnan spoke, his face scrunched up in disapproval. Then, he averted his gaze back to Bilal Jr. "You never allow Mommy to rest. Can't you see how tired she is?"

A fourth seat sat empty beside them. “Speak of Vanadine,” Adnanter commanded. Horann crossed the room slowly and prostrated herself before them, feeling their hate and loathing for her existence crawl over her skin. Adnanter stood six feet tall, slender and willowy, his face was a mask of evil that left nothing to the imagination. Here was a creature without compassion, without mercy of any kind, an elf who would use any tactics, employ any type of violence or coercion to attain his goals. He wore black leather made from the skins of the dark Elves’ enemies in Elaris, a race called the Entrellies, to show his power and disdain for the race.

I asked. " It's lost on me how you could defend a man who assaulted you like that. He-" I laughed, cutting him off. Did he really think I was worried about a complete stranger? " It's you I'm worried about. What if you go to prison? All those witnesses that were present will testify against you. " He chuckled as if what I had said was funny. " It's cute that you think that could happen. I am Don Nikolai. I run the streets and I control everything. Plus that club has a no phones rule. "

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.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Nathan: “You’re serious?” “Unfortunately” Carter said, handing me the papers “Donatello has requested that he withdraws his whole shares from the companies, and though it states in the contract that he can’t unless he pays a certain amount; he is more than willing to pay for it”