Novel & Cerita Macei And Mykel

"Don’t be like that to your old pal." Behind me, I could hear Mia giggle as she realized exactly what I was doing. If my woman wanted a show between men, then I would give her the best. "Don’t you dare come anywhere near me." Mykel warned, his eyes flashing with rage. "I’m not into dudes." "How do you know until you’ve tried it?" Letting a chuckle escape me, I dove at Mykel only to be stopped by his whip wrapping itself around my ankle. Letting out a curse, I found myself falling backwards as he gave a tug, pulling my foot from under me entirely.

Melania took on Nova, Roman, and Micah while Mason set his sights on Xenia. With a powerful swipe Melania threw Roman towards Nova, both crashing out of the way as she clashed with Micah. “I never thought in a million years you would want to hurt me like this,” Melania grimaced. “I am your mate, Micah. Me. Not that fragile little human!” Micah’s grip tightened on her wrists, and for a moment, their faces were inches apart as he held her gaze. “You lost me the moment you took away the only family I had left,” he snapped. “You used my grief like a leash. You made yourself a monster.”

The first words came out of Mykel’s mouth. “You’re good at what you do here,” I appraised Linden for the job well done. “Thank you, ma’am.” “Do you watch a lot of people doing like that?” Out of curiosity, I asked. I was still trying to shake that image out of my head. “No, ma’am.” “Good because that looks horrible.” Mykel laughed beside me. “Forgive my wife’s curiosity.” “Sorry,” I also apologized. “He’s Cenric’s best friend and former bodyguard, baby.”

“She’s alive.” The fear turned into rage. Into focus. Into strength. I wouldn’t rest until I found her. And when I did... no one would ever touch her again. I was still staring at the initials when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I answered without looking away. “Talk,” I muttered, my voice tight with tension. “Mr. Salvatore, we found something. Something big.” It was Mendez, one of the officers I kept on my payroll. Loyal, efficient, invisible—just the way I needed him.

“Grecco is a street-level soldier on Anthony Scarfo’s payroll. He’s young, flashy, and used primarily for low-level intimidation and infiltration.” My blood doesn't just boil, it turns to lava. Scarfo. The man who has been circling my territory like a vulture is now in Harper’s orbit yet again. “How does she know him, Max? Why is she digging into a mob plant?” Max hesitates. “That’s the part that’s going to make you want to burn the city down, boss. Dante Grecco isn't just a soldier. He’s currently enrolled at the city university. He’s a finance major. And according to his social media, he’s been spending a hell of a lot of time with Michelle Sinclair.”

Will they come closer and be together . There is amy who is from the present who searching answers for some questions and other is the Mummy who was from the past ,who has been forcefully put at the tomb for deceased. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For knowing more please read my novel and this is my first time writing a book so hope everyone wil enjoy it.

Vaughn said smiling at Mackie "Don't get too excited. I was horny" Mackie said to him "Papi don't play wimme" Vaughn said walking over to him in his boxers then pushed Mackie in the seat. "Y'all get dress, we need to go" I said chuckling They quickly got dressed then we checked out the hotel getting on the road. I got home and it was already 6AM. Micah was in the kitchen making breakfast wearing a joggers and oversized T-shirt. I dropped my keys on the counter then this Lil nigga screamed holding his chest.

I gripped my fork and clenched my teeth until it hurt. "You don't know those people." Miles' scowl creased the skin beside his keen hazel eyes. "And I want it to stay that way." "You can't keep everything from me." Miles scoffed and glanced away. He was unbearably quiet for a while. "Mykaela, you still got this normal life. Choose it, and you won't have to deal with all kinds of crap. Just 'cause you somehow got involved with the wrong people." I stared past him. My brain straight off mused over his words.

“I hover about an inch above the floor, that’s all. You know what they say about my kind, we’re light in the loafers.” Her tightened jaw relaxed into a smile. Mykel could be about as sensitive as a sledgehammer, and he seemed to be in this line of work strictly for the paycheck and not out of any deep-rooted desire to help his fellow humans, but he could be funny. There was no denying that. Plus, like it or lump it, they were going to be working together. Hating him was far too distracting an effort. “What seems cruel?” Emily asked. “Letting them linger. On.” The way he broke up the sentence made her queasy.

"Look boys, our flyers are gone and our light mechs are asleep. We'll never get rid of the target locks on our mechs, so what's the point of running? I plan to charge at the enemy. Who is with me?" Silence prevailed in the interlude between missile launches. The Marc Antony banged its mace against the side of its heavy shield, letting the clanging shake their minds awake. "I asked, WHO IS WITH ME?!" Now that everyone on the team turned to Melinda, they began to notice the mech's unusual appearance. It had an aggressive build, carrying a stylized tower shield and a bulky mace. The red vapor helmet crest lent the mech an ancient, authoritative air, as if they were facing a martial general inst