Leftenan Adnan Novels & Stories

Seeing that Leora didn't leave, "Are you tired of living? Want to be a statue?" asked Adnan in an unfriendly tone. Leora was surprised, looked up at Adnan. Spontaneously shook his head slowly. "Then quickly clean that up and get out of here!" Adnan suddenly drank back the half of the chocolate milk that was left. Leora stuttered to herself, then immediately went out to the kitchen to get a rag to clean up the broken glass. Leaving Adnan, who was holding back his emotions for a while, his name is a temperament person who must have been wrong, his emotions evaporated a little.

one of the elders snapped. “It’s a new era, old man. My game, my rules.” These were the elders who were loyal to Leo. They would rather die than join hands with me. And I would be so grateful to carry out their wish. “There are procedures to the Throne. Alpha Leonardo is still alive. And he is the authority,” Another stupid old man spoke.

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.”

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”