Novel & Cerita Men In Black Skinny Aliens

This place was hell. I closed my eyes in fear, the clanging of metals, banging of walls, clutches of chains, and roars surrounding me. No one could survive here. Time passed, the noise never stopped, and my sobs joined them. Suddenly, a loud clang echoed. When I looked—"Damn it." One cell door broke open, and a big man stepped out. He looked at me, saliva dripping from his mouth, his eyes lifeless. A rogue. Alpha King Jester's POV

Just like that, his only lead was gone, and he did not find a single answer. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. "How lame." Scratching his chin, he debated calling Shiloh. She had a thing lately for flipping corpses for profit. She might even want to harvest this bald guy's kidneys to sell on the dark web. After a second thought, he decided to skip it and head back. Just as he reached the mouth of the alley, a group of over a dozen men in black suits rounded the corner. Each held a machete and moved in formation, their presence menacing and sharp.

“ATTENTION! ATTENTION! CALLING ALL TEAMS! THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. PLEASE REPORT TO THE ALPHA, NOW, I REPEAT, REPORT TO THE ALPHA, NOW” Smirking darkly at the words being said do I move to head downstairs. Now standing before me were nearly 200 plus men. All of them clad from head to toe in all black. Many still in visible bandages from earlier. None of it mattering as they all move to show up as ordered.

Lilianah said and they rolled down and hide under staircase. "You three don't need to hide we have already seen you. This is your biggest mistake to step in our territory and dare to hide. Han.. What a useless bunch of flies" a man in early 30 walked down the stairs with arrogance filled in his every step and his words were like he was mocking them. That man had a well built muscle's with tattoos of skulls and ghosts on his every exposed part of body. Behind him were 10 men in black with same appearance. All were wearing earnings and there hair were trimmed from one side and lizards were painted on that empty side. Remaining her were tied into a small pony. They were the real thugs.

Some of the recruits gasp, and there are a few titters of laughter from the crowd. The guy doesn’t react, though his eyes flicker gold. He arches a brow, then turns on a heel, stalking back over to the other guys. He stops and turns back to the trainees, and I’m gritting my teeth, waiting for him to tell me to leave. I totally blew it. “I’m Alpha Gray,” the guy announces loudly, “and this is Jax, Brock, Reid, and Theo.” He gestures to each of the men around him as he names them off.

I have finally had enough of these assholes in this hell hole labeled as a hospital. 'No! You will go nowhere till you give me the answer to the question I asked you' He tells me and at this moment, he is now sounding so stupid. Okay now, I am beginning to doubt if compared to Jack, Mr. Black is still the World's most famous pervert. Even though I know Jack is a very weird and annoying guy, I never thought him to be this creepy. 'Sweetie, it will do you good to tell me now or I will have to force you to....' like seriously?

Seeing Jaxon and Mia looking like they glue each other, Rey glared at Gavin who looked innocently at everyone. “Blacky is not wrong, he just wants to play. You know already, he likes women,” said Gavin which made all the men there snort in disapproval. “I told you to keep the snake in his cage, Gavin,” Gideon hissed. “Imagine if it was Kalista, she might give birth prematurely.” All the men there shuddered at the thought of Kalista with her big belly climbing a chair and running around the room being chased by Blacky. “Usually Blacky is very sweet,” Gavin defended against his snake which looked at the men around with its round eyes as its body squirmed about to come to its master.

Moreover the Men On Black are still the key lead of the battle, they were fighting so incredibly while their magical weapons are still fighting on their own slaughtering and destroying ships. Besides, destruction of the spaceships are mostly the work of the psyraids, but the psyraid still kills and returns to fight alongside the Men On Black for some moments before embarking on another destruction of spaceship. And that made the Men On Black to use hand for their combat. And they are still also very perfect when it comes to a hand to hand combat too. So they kept giving it their best, fighting incredibly well, protecting themselves, the people, the city and mostly the team.

I questioned. He nodded, "I'm a famous man, Angel. A lot of people would love to see me dead." "Infamous," I corrected and he gave me a twisted smirk. All the SUVs came to a halt. I looked outside through the black-tinted windows and saw his men getting out of the car, guns, black clothes and a dark aura spread out through the street. The door opened before we stepped outside. Marco offered me his hand with squinted eyes and I gave him a sheepish smile in return. He was still angry about the text thing.

We Men in Black usually wear hats and dark sunglasses for a reason. He recoiled, his eyes locking onto mine with horror, and he scrambled backward, falling into the dust. “No! Don’t hurt me! Please, don’t hurt me!” His voice cracked as he begged. His legs gave way beneath him, and he crumpled, too tired to flee any longer.