Novel & Cerita Martin Short

she narrowed her eyes on him. Martin stared at her in silence for a while before he finally spilled the beans. "I am Antonio Ferrari"

He thought he could make me feel small. I pictured him waking up to trouble he couldn't fix. I pictured his investors getting nervous, his wife crying, his careful life cracking in small, humiliating ways. He would understand he'd made a mistake. My phone buzzed again. A message from Martin: I'll stay out of sight. I'm sorry. I typed back: Martin, just keep your mouth shut. When I need you,I'll let you know.

Without memories to rely on, those feelings and throbbing that suddenly burst out were like skyscrapers without foundations, collapsing with a single poke. Now they had two ways. Either both of them recovered their memories. Or, they fell in love again. Early in the morning, when Edward had just arrived at the company's entrance, Martin had jumped out of nowhere. Martin was wearing a blue sweater. Inside was a white shirt that looked like a young man in his early twenties. He stood in front of Edward and said with a smile, "Good morning, Edward." Edward narrowed his eyes. "Is there anything wrong?" "Of course. If I have nothing to do, why would I come to you?" Martin's eyes were glued to him

I remark, not sure what the point was. "Maiden Notes is an anagram for Damian Stone." Damian remarks looking highly of himself. "So what? So you own the building. Big freaking deal. That still doesn't explain why you're here." Damian, however, looks over at me with a weird expression on his face, almost as if he finds it sexy that I continue to challenge him.

and ended the call. “Perfect!” Martin said quietly to himself as he put the phone on the table. “Christmas has come early.” He discreetly checked that the gun tucked in his belt was in place and with a smile, walked towards the narrow street where he soon saw the guardian of the world moving slowly like a tortoise. “It’s your last hour, old man,” he said to himself as he followed from a distance. *******

As for Martin, she knew him because he was in their homeroom most of the time, so she had been able to pick up his name. “Where are we going?” Emily asked. Martin came and slung his arm over her shoulders. “That, my dear, is a surprise for you.” How could Emily even forget how big of a flirt Martin was? Aside Bankole, his name was on the lips of almost every girl student. And it wasn't without good reasons. Martin was as tall as Bankole (a 5'8 (ca. 173 cm), but not as muscular as him. Though, he had that compensated with a grin that could charm even a zombie into not eating his brains.