Macei And Mykel の小説・ストーリー

“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.

“Just a reminder my name’s Emily, not ‘New Girl’. All good?” “No need to get your panties in a bunch, honey. It’s a revolving door of nurses around here, so I don’t bother learning names ‘til I’m sure they’re gonna stick around.” A sharp retort rose to her lips. Swallowed it down. She’d only just met Mykel (“Pronounced like Michael but spelled M-Y-K-E-L,” he said when they first met, though Emily doubted that was the spelling on his birth certificate) and her tolerance for him was already waning. Emily hoped they wouldn’t have to work together too often, but considering how short-staffed the hospice was, she had a feeling she was fresh out of luck.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

"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

“Just a friendly observation, Aleksei. After all, alliances are fragile things, aren’t they? One wrong move and everything crumbles.” "True that." I replied coolly. “Alliances only crumble when the weak can’t hold their end of the bargain. Are you worried about yours, Hardin?” The room felt like it had shrunk, the tension between us thick enough to cut through paper. Hardin's smile never wavered, but I could see the slight tick in his jaw. Before he could respond, the door opened, and Mikhail stepped in, his expression neutral but his eyes sharp. “Apologies for the interruption,” he said, his voice low. “But we have an issue that requires your attention.”

Saint's cold voice sounded, making Celine feel fear, she had never seen such a dangerous man, and with just one word from Saint, the doctors had to go out immediately. Currently, in this room there are only Celine, Saint, and Zane. The atmosphere was still silent, so Zane spoke first. "We saved you, so you don't have to feel scared." Zane's voice was very gentle like he was comforting Celine, however, Saint was not as gentle as Zane, he looked at Celine with cold eyes and then quickly spoke.

I was about to dispose of the syringe when I heard a soft scrape of a shoe on the marble outside the door. And instantly, my body froze. For a moment, I thought it was my imagination. But then a faint metallic click followed afterwards and I could bet that someone was there, watching. I shoved the syringe behind a box of gauze and quickly zipped up my bag, forcing my breathing to even out. The door opened with a low creak, and a tall figure stepped into the doorway, backlit by the moonlight. Rylan Voss. Even without the uniform badge, anyone would know him. He is the academy’s top Alpha and the first in every ranking test. Also having those broad-shoulders, sharp-eyed, the kind of presence t