Mark Watney The Martian นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Mars is a dead planet, with only old men who rule over criminals condemned to life imprisonment there. We will be as valuable as petting animals for these rich old men.” Galina said nothing. She knew the dark haired woman was right. This indeed was the end of the road for her. But still, she had the smarts to make it work for her; if she could survive through the thirteen days it took to fly to Mars. Two weeks in a confined, limited space was enough to drive anyone mad, especially trapped with a gaggle of hysterical women. Galina was on the brink of losing her sanity and doing someone bodily harm when they were informed that the ship had reached its destination.

Lucas smiled at me silently from the pilot's chair before returning to his pre-flight checks. "That's it, Jackson," Mallet smiled. "We'll have to stay vigilant, but I know that Axion will never be able to regain the power they once had. All that's left is the cleanup." I smiled. "A victory feels good." Mallet laughed. "Yes, it does." She leaned toward the camera. "Did Martin tell you about my offer?" I nodded. "He did." Mallet beamed. "Good. Talk to me when you return, I want you to st-"

Emily laughed softly this time before handing Martha the unfinished coconut wine. Then she followed the child back toward the bonfire where Damien waited for her beneath the glow of firelight and stars, smiling at her like she was still the best thing he had ever found.

"And I want to be with you, to make things work." Eve met my gaze, her eyes reflecting my emotions. "I know, Ryan. I believe you." The moment hung between us, heavy with unspoken desires and the weight of the past. The connection we shared was undeniable, even if it was marred by pain and regret. We were drawn to each other, our bond still unbroken, despite the years of separation. As the silence stretched on, the heat in the room intensified. I felt a burning need to repair our mate bond, to solidify our connection in a way that would allow me to protect her more effectively. The mind link between mates was a powerful tool, especially in times of danger.

“Looks like I’m no longer a mate, Director Wyatt. I’m just the poor bastard with the hard-on.” With that, he moved from the table, stalking past the table Anya sat at, his imposing features savage, tight with anger, as he stalked to the wide double doors, lifted his hands and slammed through them. The crash of metal against metal as the doors bounced into the walls had her flinching violently as she stared at his back. “He’s crazy,” she whispered. Cassandra snorted. “Yeah. That’s a Coyote for you. We’ve never accused them of being sane.”

All the much reason why I thought of rejecting him. I couldn't though. I was too weak and the thought alone had my knees buckle. So I lie there on the hospital bed, staring ahead to the white wall in front of me. I remained silent since the very moment I opened my eyes. The nurses and doctor checked me after being called frantically by my mate. He was the last man I saw before passing out, he's been the first I see upon waking up in the hospital. "She's okay now, alpha," the doctor assured my mate. "The wolfsbane made the healing process of her wounds slow for a few days but now that it's out of her system, she'll be fine before we know it."

"Let's find the princess before she could even cross the border and turn into an exquisite dinner for the lions and wolves. You know what's in the deserted border, Panther." "Are you hungry, Marcellus?" Vivienne asked the horse when they stumbled upon a creek. They've been traveling for three days without having proper sleep and enough food to eat. This is the very first time Vivienne could ever experience how does it feel to starve. All her life, she had been sheltered and provided all the things she could ever need. Now, all the things she once possessed are gone, she's on the run and the Waecomor knights are surely searching for her. "Do you want to drink? Let's rest here for a while, I t

Xandra replied playfully. "But he rejected me!" I exclaimed, shocking Xandra. "But he could still feel the mate bond," Xandra countered. "And that's it? How is that possible? He rejected me, he shouldn't be feeling the mate bond. I should also stop, but it didn't. It felt like the mate bond was getting thicker and stronger almost every day. I want to hate him, but I couldn't even bring myself to push him away. I wished I could push him away, I don't want him close to me, but I can't. I can't even bear to stay out of his way for a day. It looks insane to me, this makes me weak, and I can't even control it anymore. This trip will only add to the fuel. I don't want to be closer to him. I don't

she sadly explained the critical situation "What do you mean by this mom?" Mars anxiously interrupted her... she coughed ... *last night flashback* When Marcus was crying in Mars's arms desperately wanted his mother to wake up. Mars noticed that Vincent eye retina is moving under the eyelids as he is an experienced medical practitioner, he understood it at that time, that his mom is already out of the coma, and consoled Marcus saying that mom will soon awake. He was in a state of dilemma at that time that why mom is not showing up even though she is awake.

Markus paused, looking at his mother, his mind racing with thoughts about whether or not to inform her because her situation was fragile and anything may bring her a severe shock. “Make it clear what you want to say about Martina," Winston yelled at Mark, who was stalling regarding his dear girl. Winston loved Martina more than anything else; he was unselfish towards her and would go to any length for her. Mark stepped forward from Jayla and hesitantly remarked, "I believe something is seriously wrong with her; the last time I tried to contact her, she texted me that she couldn't receive a call because she was in Australia and needed some space, despite the fact that her current location was