Romans & histoires Mercenary Enrollment Light Read

Visibly annoyed by the fact that I did not stay close to him, Melz unceremoniously pulled me out of my numb state and led me firmly towards one of the counters where there was a small crowd holding out their hands full of money towards one or other names which appeared on a huge painting nailed against the wall or should I say the sheet metal of one of the numerous containers allowing the creation of a place as isolated but nevertheless clever as the armistice. This guy must really be an asshole to recruit a 15 year old kid into these illegal delusions. I said to myself, watching him unceremoniously push the others, angry at being ousted like this, who quickly calmed down when they recognize

Tamara said her softly and she nodded. "This one cannot even hurt fly." Chidera said coming back a container of Minimie chin chin. "Why are you guys always eating everything in my house?" Christiana asked as Tamara and Chidera got comfortable on her couch eating the chin chin. "You are under James' N*****x account abi?" Chidera asked switching on the Television. "No o, she's under Deji's account. I'm using it too." Tamara stated and Chidera nodded. ***********

It was Luke. ​But as he stepped up to the podium, I realized with a jolt of horror that the "angel" I had cupped the face of in my bedroom was gone. This man’s face was a mask of stone. ​"The shares will remain locked," he spoke into the microphone. His voice was deep and sharp, cutting through the room like a blade. "Cromwell Legacy does not negotiate with minor shareholders who lack vision. If you aren't with us, you are in our way."

Seeing the dust falling from the wooden beams, I furrowed my brow. “What on earth is heavy enough to cause that?” I questioned my wolf. “Turn off the lights!” She warned me worriedly. I rushed to the pull cord and yanked it as I stood motionless in the pitch-black darkness. Using my wolf eyes. I went up against the concrete wall and pressed myself against it as my arm hairs rose. “What is it?” I thought to Lana. “It's a mercenary, a huge Lycan hired to hunt wolves,” she said dishearteningly. I bit my lower lip, hoping it wouldn't know about the basement.

All conversation stopped as soon as Lucas and I entered the space and three men immediately broke away from the crowd and came towards us. I recognized one of them as the one I'd thought was Alpha Marcus when I first saw him because of the way he smelled. The other one was Lance, Lucas's gamma. The last man I didn't know. He waved clapped Lucas on the back and gave him man hug equivalents. "Adrienne", Lucas said, turning me towards the newcomers. "These are Cole and Bo. You've already met Lance. Cole is my Beta, Bo, my Delta."

Lee tease me and laugh. I smile to her. "You know if you are someone else, I will beat a shit out of you but you are my best friend and yes she is beautiful but HER BEAUTY IS ONLY FOR MINE"

She kept her eyes locked on me as if she were waiting to see my reaction. When our eyes met, I couldn't help but find it strange. Her gaze and face felt so unfamiliar that I could barely recognize her anymore. I tried my best to force down the waves of pain tearing through my chest. I didn't say anything and turned around. As I was leaving, I called Dr. Carson and told him not to reserve the special drug for me anymore. I didn't want the money, and I wasn't going to treat my illness either. A sudden thought struck me just then—would Maisie shed a single tear for me when I died?

Beta Thorne took a step forward, stretching his hands forward, "But... but ******** Cain sat down majestically on the chair that had been arranged for him under a tent shielding him from the Sun. He watched as the interested candidate for the enlistment continue with their warms up in preparation for the exam. About two guards moved between them, handing each of the candidate a black mask which they were to use in coveting their face leaving only their eyes. "Do you think the Luna of left wing pack will attend this enlistment event? " Gerald asked, putting on his own mask. "How am I supposed to know that?" Xer hissed at him. "Just focus on getting in with that poor skill of yours." Gerald ra

"And then?" "Then I unfreeze two million dollars," I stated, a cold, lethal determination settling into my bones. "We hire a private mercenary squad. Humans who don't care about pack politics, equipped with silver ammunition and military hardware. We secure the finances first. Once the money clears, we go back for Alder. And we make this right.”

His red eyes glowed in the dim light, scanning the room with a predatory focus that made my skin prickle. The remaining mercenaries—Morana’s elite Hollow Men—didn't advance immediately. They were disciplined, highly trained killers, but they weren't suicidal. They shifted their stances, their electrified staffs humming with a menacing drone, forming a tight defensive perimeter. They had underestimated the Alpha. They had expected a wounded, half-sedated man, not a feral beast the size of a small tank fueled by adrenaline and the primal need to protect his offspring. "We can't hold this position!" Kai’s voice cut through the tension, rough and strained.