Mando Character Novels & Stories

In short, he looked every bit the main lead that he was supposed to be. Ryden had yet to take a full look at his appearance, but just by looking at Manuel's form, he knew that his own body had a lot more lean but hard muscles and an inked tattoo of black flowers surrounding an old-fashioned watch. He was also taller than the male lead by about a few inches. “Good evening, Ryden,” Manuel greeted with a grim face. "Good evening, Mr. Manuel," Akira replied, mimicking Manuel's cold and indifferent intonation.

"Or take her there in the cart midway." "Hmm...I haven't decided yet." I yanked at his grip on my arm so brutally, I was sure his fingerprints would leave bruises on the inside of my biceps. Though his grip didn't hurt it was unrelenting. Like he was cast of iron. "I'm tempted. But it'll have to be far from the village so when she fights and shrieks like a little animal it willna draw a crowd." Mardichi grinned. Baring big square teeth. I eyed his huge frame. So wide shouldered he'd have to squeeze his elbows together to get through a normal doorway. And his chest looked like to shields molded over his shoulders above a washboard abdomen. His hips were lean and his legs well-muscled as thoug

Demitri shouts through with relief clear in his voice. Turning back to the fight at hand Carlos is fighting three huge men while Masimo is fighting back to back with one of Maddox’s delta’s. Diving into the fight with carlos my gun is knocked out my hand while I am trying to reload; Fuck! The biggest of the three grabs me by the throat, he looks quite happy himself lifting me from the floor to have my legs dangling in mid air “Well, Well if it isn’t Little Death herself” He sneers in my face.

15 sword. Max failing to control his laughter said, ”nothing, nothing, Lucifer. Just focus on the Man while being careful of that snake, my instincts tells me that something's weird here”, while concentrating on Something. “Call me by my gaming Id "Bloodshot" and are you really checking it's stats in the middle of a battle?”, Lucifer said as he slashed twice at the the man, who had fallen off the snake and had been injured beside it. Come on what could possibly go wrong?. "This is a game dude! ,besides it's only a lvl.16 snake, irrespective of bullshits in the stats, it does not have even sufficient INT!. You rarely get so cautious over petty things". Sigh....."OK, I may be thinking too much

Malcolm nodded at Fabian, and he immediately received the message, as he walked over and took his seat at the table. “Thank you, Malcolm. Your hospitality is much appreciated,” Senor Ramirez replied, shaking hands with the Head of the Covert Operations Division of the CIA. Malcolm turned around and faced everyone else, who were all wearing confused facial expressions. “Everyone, I would like you to meet Marco Cortes. He is the boy who saved the world and stopped Drago Caracas and Obsidian,” he said proudly, patting me on the shoulder.

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”

Dack called down to Tim from the gunner’s turret as they rode. “Tons, can’t you tell?” Tim answered before returning his attention to his supplies. Dack grinned and resumed scanning their surroundings carefully as the platoon made its rounds. As the group’s medic, Tim usually had the back of the MaxxPro MRAP ambulance to himself while the patrol convoy was in motion. He only occasionally had to step out while route clearance was underway in case someone got injured as they swept for landmines and IEDs. Everything he’d imagined about this place was spot on, including the ever-present sense of foreboding that had seized up his gut on their first patrol and had never let go.

The man's eyes darkened at that instant. "Then, everyone in the car went silent and the atmosphere became tense." "Soon, the man drove to a government office nearby." Mango and Desmond were forced out of the car. There were rioters who were armed with weapons guarding the area and they saluted when they saw the man. Captain! "At that instant, Mango's and Desmond's expressions changed." Captain? Was this man their main leader? "The man seemed to have noticed Mango's surprised expression, so he smiled and said, ""Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Mo Ran and I hereby welcome you to my main base. Please come in."""

Despite being a special forces soldier from Tigra, his strength couldn't match up to Caspian. The onlookers were astonished and couldn't believe their eyes when they saw how effortlessly Caspian handled the tall man. However, they felt satisfied watching Caspian beat the tall man up. By now, Carmen had become an admirer of Caspian. Ever since he rescued her, she had secretly developed feelings for him. Seeing him standing up against injustice deepened her admiration for him. The tall man felt like Caspian's punch had crushed his insides. He never imagined that he would be beaten up so severely by a man from Diatoran as a special forces soldier from Tigra.

I would love to see the expression on her face when she found out her worst nephew had taken over power. Getting to Leo’s door, I pushed it open. I stepped in. Seven of my men, Lucy, Freya, and Mad Max entered with me. Those bunch of men are needed. I didn’t trust Max. Not yet, until I've made him powerless. “Bring her to me,” I ordered Lucy. She pushed Freya into my body. “Don’t you dare lay your dirty hands on my sister,” mad Max roared.