Lesser Of 2 Evils Novels & Stories

frustrated by the distance between us closing fast. “You don't deserve this?” Leon sneers, closing in on me from the side. “Little Lyne, you had us playing slaves for years, hoping it'd be all worth it when you birth a damn Lycan heir and make us rich. Filthy rich!” They all burst out laughing, cornering me like I was their lost little puppy prey. “But–But…” I tried to speak, but my throat feels dry and itchy. The tears that swelled my eyes seamlessly broke free. Licking my bottom lips, I swallowed a salty streak to wet my throat.

​The Co-ordinates of Retreat ​The revelation of Dominic Reed’s decade-long plan—the Ghost in the Machine—left a chill far deeper than the crisis created by Vos or Finch. We weren't fighting greedy opportunists; we were fighting a visionary who had weaponized his own creation. Reed wasn't looking for a hostile takeover; he was orchestrating a surgical theft of our most valuable intellectual property: the Momentum Neural Network (MNN), currently housed in the decommissioned military bunker beneath East London.

“What if I want us to be together again, Eve? Try one more time and see the man that I have become?” I raised a brow, meeting his gaze again. “And what makes the present you and the before you different?” “Nobody calls me 'devil' anymore,” he replied, completely unshaken. My brows lifted. “What?” He gave a small, almost self-deprecating smile. “Everyone used to say that I was devilish because of my attitude—cold, ruthless, always ready to tear through anything that got in my way. But I can promise you, nobody calls me that anymore. They see that I’ve changed… for the best.”

Serena said impatiently, her gaze piercing. "But here is my advice for you. Have some dignity. You brought this disgrace upon yourself. Just let her go." "Disgrace?" "What else would you call it?" Serena’s patience snapped. She spat out her words. "You think sleeping with Elara under the guise of childhood sweethearts makes your relationship pure and innocent? Everyone sees right through your filth! A man and a woman on a business trip, and you only book one hotel room. You're both adults, Vittorio. Don't insult my intelligence and tell me you were playing hide-and-seek in that room!"

They clung to each other as they headed downstairs, looking every bit like loving mates. Terence and Camile watched them with approving eyes. “Thank Moon Goddess for Allen. Wendy is better suited as his mate. It’s a pity, really.” Their words trailed off. However, the unspoken truth hung heavy in the air. Sadly, the werewolf they considered the perfect mate was not destined to mate with the daughter they cherished most. My heart, already shattered, could still feel the sting. The contrast between being loved and unloved was heart-wrenching. On the day of Wendy’s birthday party, even the butler, Matthias, pulled me aside and uttered, “Miss Sasha, you might want to drop out of the party. Your

"Who did? You know who did. You attacked federal agents. Why? Whose side are you on?" "The side of Justice, the side of the truth!" He shook his head, a humorless chuckle escaping his mouth. "No, Torres. There are only two sides. Our side or the side of this criminals. So which one is it?" "Your side. You have to believe me." Desperation burned through me. From over his shoulder, I spotted Richard at the top deck, and then he began to move toward us. If he saw me here, it was game over.

Thomas Lloyd was Eric's nemesis. When I married Eric, the Johnson family's tech company was just a small startup with a handful of employees. However, in just two years, he launched a groundbreaking product that swept the nation, catapulting him to success. The company quickly grew, went public, and became a leading tech giant. It was not until a few years ago that Thomas' company emerged, becoming Eric's fiercest rival. That's when I found out that the revolutionary product was actually a collaboration between Eric and Thomas, but Eric had rushed to patent it first. After that, Thomas left the country and vanished.

Danger radiated from him in waves, yet instead of triggering her fight-or-flight response, it sent a different kind of shiver down her spine. "What brings a Brooklyn girl to a place like this on a Tuesday night, drinking like the world's ending?" he asked, claiming the stool beside her without invitation. "Just celebrating a major life achievement," Maya said, raising her glass in a mock toast. "I got fired for being too ethical, my roommate is about to make us homeless, and I'm pretty sure this blouse is ruined. It's been a banner day for Maya Russo." "Ethics." He said the word like he was testing an unfamiliar food. "Rare commodity these days. What exactly were these ethics worth to you?"

Yeah, you heard that right those suckers knew how much I love watching movie so they made the designers, well design one. We entered the room after we bid my father's farewell. We decided to watch Thor, cause Chris Hemsworth is a god. *heart eyes* "This movie is shit." Jason grumbled thirty minutes in the movie as I happily lied on the couch with my head-on Xavier's lap. "Jealous his hotter than you?" I asked with a smirk as I kept watching the TV. "No but it's stupid like he's a God." he scoffed which made me roll my eyes and quietly snicker as Xavier smiled down at me with a wink.

I press the play button and instead of it playing music just as it's name implies I heard my grandfather's voice,he actually recorded his speech and it says thus; "Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!"