Life Of A Mercenary Novels & Stories

With no way out, he had to ride in the same car. Now, I realized why he was so nervous that entire time and why he kept urging me to drive slower. Ashley fell to her knees, crying, "Felix, why would you do this?" Why? I had a good guess. A few months ago, Felix had borrowed money from loan sharks to feed his gambling habit. He couldn't repay them and came begging me for help, but I had no money to give him. When I advised him to turn himself in to the police, he fell to his knees and pleaded, "Please, Sean. You can't report this. If the police get involved, my life is over. They'll break my arms. Please help me, Sean."

He looked after her with care and devotion. Just like he promised me at my grave, he never bonded with anyone else. But for the future of the pack, he adopted a boy from an orphanage. The boy had the same blue eyes as I did. Years later, that child inherited the pack. Caleb passed away one early spring morning. He had gone peacefully in his sleep while holding a photo of me in his arms. I was the only thing he never let go of.

He fell on his knees immediately and begged me. “Please Nikolai, spare my life, I beg you. I am just a mercenary, killing your brother was nothing personal, it was just a job I was paid to do. I am sure you can understand that.” He cried out. “Oh my dear Grigoriy, don't sell yourself short like that. You are no mere mercenary, what is it they call you in the underworld again? Deadshot, right? I heard you never missed a shot twice. You are a freaking Legend, man, get up now.” I said cheerfully, helping him back on his feet as my men restrained his arms.

I had to get out before I lost my mind and acted out in front of Mr Holmes, giving him a chance to grasp my weakness, so he could use it against me. I was running away, I knew it. But that was all I could ever do, run away. Run away from people, from friends, from feelings sometimes, I even wanted to run away from life. I had been running from the day I was born, I was running away from myself. I wanted to be anyone but Sia, me. But I can't do it. I have made a promise to save someone. I can't die without fulfilling my promise. I must save her, that was the sole purpose of my life now.

He was a mercenary leader who carried out activities in several countries of Asia all year long, his group was known as Wolf Hunter, and his name was Rocky. Rocky led a mercenary force consisting of hundreds of men, which operated in Asia throughout the year. Their main duties were to act as hitman and protect drug dealers and smuggled arms and weapons who wanted to across checkpoints. U.S was very strict when it came to mercenaries. Leaving little opportunity for them to survive in such a prosperous and stable country. Mercenaries normally they don't want to lose carrying out their activities here either. The penalties of being caught were extremely harsh. But this time, Wendell Hunt had of

"Oh? Listening to your tone, do you know what's going on with me?" Xiao Hu suppressed his anger and asked Wu Jiu. "The mercenaries you were with before formed the Heavenly Fox Mercenary Company. After living in Europe for more than ten years, they fought with the local gold mercenary company. They were beaten up and fled from Europe. From then on, you retired. Am I right?" Wu Jiu said to Xiao Hu with a smile, with disdain and sarcasm in his tone. It should be known that Wu Jiu and more than 100 members of his special warfare team had also been on missions all over the world. They knew everything about the mercenary world like the back of their hand.

" Jack had only had one brother, and the two of them had been abandoned by their parents when they were kids. They had depended on each other for life. In order to survive and no longer depend on others, they had chosen to become mercenaries. They had wanted to control their own destinies. They had been living like this day after day, year after year. They had received devilish training on a daily basis, such as hiking with heavy loads in the desert, facing ferocious beasts and venomous snakes in the rainforest, and facing a hail of bullets when performing missions. They had overcome all of that and eventually became top mercenaries. They had taken the first step toward their dream. After th

By fifteen, I’d taken a life and knew how to drown out their pleas as they begged for it. I did all dirty work. The dirtiest of all. I killed the wolves that disobeyed us, that stepped out of line. I believed in the pack and the revenge that was needed to get. I indulged in the lifestyle because it was a good one. I saw enough death within the family to know that life was fickle. So I indulged in the luxuries. If my life would be short, I intended to make the most of it. Until I made another mistake, meeting her. The love of my life. Fuck, she was a pretty little thing. She always had been. Her frosted gray eyes held your soul when she stared you down, like she could suck you in and never le

“I am very brutal and ruthless but I have a certain respect for women and young children. I have only killed one woman in my whole lifetime and I didn’t know it knowingly. It was a stray bullet.” “You must be ex-military,” I sighed. “Something like that but still not the exact thing!” the boss replied confidently. “I work for a private organization which also runs a militia. I am a mercenary and I do everything. I can be a bodyguard, a kidnapper, an assassin, you name it. I do anything and everything and I serve only one thing in my life.” “Money!” I completed it for him. “Truly, a mercenary serves only money in his life. Nothing more, nothing less.”

But they had lost many members due to the war, and they wanted to quickly regain their old numbers. Because of this, the group of mercenaries let Donn join them easily. But this really wasn't a legitimate mercenary group. During the war, they were mercenaries. During peacetime, they were bandits. It wasn't hard to imagine the kind of life he led from that moment on. Having something is better than having nothing. Stealing is better than being mugged. Instead of crying, it is better to let others cry. Donn lived that kind of life. He did not feel that he was doing wrong and did not regret anything.