Matón Novels & Stories

That grin confused Aditya. "Miral?" He questioned her. "Miral ma'am would not even want to spit in front of losers like you. Meet and greet would be the last thing," the peon chuckled. "Mind your language." The peon's tone frustrated Aditya, but still, he was determined to behave. "She was the one who had asked me to tell you this," the peon politely replied with a smirk. END OF FLASHBACK The rage that Aditya was boiling wasn't enough when he heard the voices of trumpets and drums soaring high. It distracted him, and he walked towards his balcony to watch what the pomp and show were for.

Like he punched a hole in a roll of paper. “They’re down there,” he hisses. I crouch and peek through the window to where he’s pointing. Three Silver Hunters walk through the courtyard. The Hunters are clad in black armor, their heads covered with hoods. Their mouths are hidden behind masks, and their eyes are hidden behind dark visors. Their boots crunch on the grass, and their voices are low but contain a sense of urgency. “Can you hear what they’re saying?” I whisper. Alec growls low in his throat. “They’re talking about how well this has worked out. That the… invitation was a great idea.”

Three men alighted from the vehicle, entered one of the huts and dragged out five people with hoods over their heads and hands tied behind their backs. They were lined up and forced to go on their knees while one of the men who wore a turban was speaking with a lot of gestures in between. Kimberly heard some radio static behind her, which was followed by her partner’s voice. “Alpha to base over.” “I read you loud and clear.” The colonel replied. “We just observed some activity, over.” “Is Mustafa there?” “No sir .” Then stay put.” “Ok sir.” She looked into her sniper scope this time around and saw one of the men coming out of another hut with an AK47 rifle in his hand.

“Weapons light. Plates low-profile. Ty, comm plan—tight mesh, frequency-hopping, with burner redundancy. If we lose the grid, we don’t lose each other.” “Pushing loadouts to your phones,” Ty said. Everyone’s pockets buzzed. Jack’s attention snagged on the six file photos hovering at the edge of the wall—dead men and women who had once been problems and promises. He let himself look for one breath and then sealed the feeling in its box. “We move now,” he said, and the room emptied like a tide going out. Ops Floor — 08:11 A.M. Boots thudded on rubber. Pelican cases cracked open; foam inserts offered neatly engineered violence. Sonja checked comms beads and clipped a mic to Stacey’s collarbone,

Matt said, and beside Cadmus, I saw his mate, a witch. "Cadmus will lead the wings; Team One will be led by Stavros; Team Two will be led by Grecco, and Team Three will be led by Angelo." Mat said, "Team Four is with Dominic, and Team Five will be with me..." He finished, "Stephan will lead the trackers, who will give us the go, and Darius will stay at camp with the first response units." Mat looked at the area where people wearing a navy jumpsuit with a white armband with a red cross sign stood with a lot of equipment.

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

Yes, Life is not that easy but we'll get through it together. Leon Keith Ivory Keith Albert Keith Baby #2 Keith

Makaria knew she would be in between awful and unforgivable if she did not succeed in this. War leant his weight on the warm brick wall, outside of the filthy, run down, unkempt human motel. The trip up to their location was quiet. Trent refused to come out of his room, even on Alpha's orders. Then when he did emerge from his room he stunk of liquor and weed and maybe a few other substances War vaguely knew about. With just War and Alpha Khan the trip was filled with silence. Alpha Khan questioned once or twice about Pomelia but that was it. War didn't mention anything about Jess, the insane she-wolf who had a thing for Alpha Khan. It seemed like they enjoyed their toxic relationship...