Maki Gamo Mga Nobela at Kwento

" I don't care what anyone says I will do whatever I need to get what I want in life and I want that Luna crown on my head and I want it fucking now! "You fucking what?" Gamma Jack Cal's phone starts blaring out drawing all of our attention to him. "Hey, Mac. Any updates?" Mac's in the SUV behind us so him calling must be important as he could just have one of the warriors link one of us. "Who is it?" "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" His voice bounces off the walls of the SUV and all my instincts tell me that he's just found out who the buyer is and that I'm not going to like it.

Sasha absentmindedly nibbled and kissed along my ear and jaw while most of his attention was to the game. Misha returned an hour later with take-out pizza and more beer. The usually reserved Russian was even more shy than usual. He avoided looking at me when I asked him questions and passed me a bear via Sasha although I was just as close to him. His behaviour was making me uncomfortable but I didn't want to push him in front of everyone.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

Ana and Kenny are from the same pack, and we picked up Mak along the way. Makawee is my other roommate, and is off on a scouting mission. She is a little weird and awkward, and we love her for it. She doesn't look like a scout, she looks more like she would fit in behind a computer working on something brainy but cool. She can also move so silently that she sneaks up on me all of the time and loves to jump scare us. My wolf, Sel, loves it and never tips me off when Mak is making her sneak attacks. Mak has different colors in her hair every month, and is covered in piercings and tattoos. While Ana is beautiful in a feminine way, Mak has more of the dark alternative beauty that turns heads.

“I swear I’m good for it.” “That’s dad!” Michelle exclaims, pointing him out in the high roller area. Michelle takes off quickly towards him while I struggle to keep up behind her. “Dad!” she shouts as we approach the poker table. The second he spots her, his eyes go wide and he turns to race out of a door tucked in the back corner. We follow him through the door that leads us into the busy kitchen. The taste of acid creeps into my mouth as the bile rises at the potent scent of raw fish. I have to hold my breath to keep myself from vomiting as we rush past the cooks in the kitchen.

“And that game is going to eat you alive.” I shrugged slightly. “I was born in one.” I said calmly. “I simply learned how to master it.” He held my gaze for another long second before stepping back. “You better make sure the fire doesn’t reach you.” I smiled again. “That,” I said calmly, “is the beauty of it.”

FLASHBACK=TWO YEARS AGO*** "You want me to go to Australia?" Ambrosia asked Gams. "Yes Ambrosia, because there's a mission you must accomplish" Gams replies. "Which is?" Gams gives her a picture. "Who's she?" She asked. "Her name is Megan Vazquez, she's the daughter of Ramos Vazquez". "Ramos Vazquez?" "Yes, and I want you to befriend her" "What're you planning Dad?" Ambrosia asked.

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

) Until the next journey, all my love <3 Miri Googag

"So yeah, it's not too bad." As the guys continued to chat away, I headed over to see Maddi, who was sitting in Jake's private track-side garage. Like me, she wasn't all that crazy about motorsports, but would show up anyway to support her partner. "Oh thank god you're here," she got up to hug me. "All this car-talk is making me crazy." "Well I can assure you that you won't be getting any of that with me," I laughed. "I wouldn't know where to start."