Meryl Silverburgh Metal Gear Solid Novels & Stories

Morgan gasped. I nodded. That was the key. The brink of death, the waters of the Moon Pool... It was the only way to awaken the ancient bloodline that lay dormant inside me. "Detective Morgan, I need a favor," I said, my silver eyes locking onto his. "Announce that Sophia Sterling's body was cremated. Tell them it was contaminated by the silver, damaged beyond recovery." "Why?" "Because I need time," my voice held an authority he couldn't question. "Time to do what needs to be done."

"Looking for your leashes, Sheryl? I think the Twins finally realized they're too big for a collar." Sheryl froze. She didn't have to look back to know that voice—cool, proud, and full of a dislike that Sheryl could never really match. Silver and her friends walked by, their designer bags swinging in a smooth, expensive way. "Silver," Sheryl spat and squinted her eyes. "Do you have something to say, or are you just here to breathe my air?" Silver stopped, her silver-gold eyes scanning Sheryl as if she were a particularly boring piece of gum stuck to her shoe.

Everyone discusses their problems and suggests new amendments to laws and all other stuff. I poured myself a drink and stood on the balcony shirtless. I could see palace towers from here. Maybe I was looking at houses, roads, and towers but my mind wandered around those beautiful blue eyes and that smile worth billions. I was trying my best to get her out of my mind. This fucking mate bond was getting on my nerves. I didn't expect that I would meet her again. Meeting her at Silver Corporation last week was completely unexpected. She was from Grey Lake, the second largest pack in the country, and precisely from the Silver family. I saw how excited she was to meet me. I saw a luminescent smile

Sweat across her forehead, lips cracked, breath too shallow. “Get water,” I told Carl. He left without a word. I crouched. “Mira.” I slapped her cheek lightly. “Wake up.” Her lids fluttered. For a second, her eyes met mine. Silver. Not bright. Not soft. Silver like fish scales under light, like something not from this world. My chest went tight. “What the fuck,” I muttered. She blinked again, then moaned, hand clawing at her chest like something inside was breaking her open.

Silver voiced in anger, kicking off a can of empty drink. Well, she seems very pissed, which is oddly suspicious, especially since she wasn't even the type to care about games so much, well, unless… I pulled her at arms length closer to me, “Yo you didn't bet on this game right?” I asked, my eyes already discerning her look. Her subtle chuckle with her eyes flickering away from my site was all the answer I required. “Please tell me you didn't bet millions on this Silver ?” “Well…” I released my hold on her, as I sat right back on my seat. Yep, she certainly just lost millions, not my problem though, and I'm pretty it would be a few anyway, she isn't the type to stupidly drop she can't handle

he murmurs. Of course there are. There are always more when someone thinks they’re entitled. We reach the safe-room door—a slab of reinforced wood set into stone, disguised as a normal panel in the wall. Ashcroft craftsmanship. Old-world paranoia. The kind that keeps girls like her alive. Caelric is already there.

I sighed in relief and crawled to get my bag on the floor. "Are you okay, ma'am?" I heard a male voice coming towards me. I didn't bother looking up as I was busy picking up the contents of my bag, which had been emptied earlier. "Ma'am!" "I'm fine," I replied, inspecting my drenched body. I looked up, and I was surprised. "Malcolm"

“It’s a woman.” “What is she doing over there? Her hair is painted silver. Is she also a LARPer?” With Arthur at the forefront, he led his men through loosely growing thickets and round sediments until he came within range where he could view Silvia’s form better. “Hey…” Arthur was about to call out to Silvia to inquire about her reason for being there all alone.

“Love what-” “Alpha that is dangerous!!!” Alan came to the doorway. “SAMANTHA SERENE SILVER!!!” I looked back to the mirror and her eyes were completely silver, mine were glowing gold as well... “ALPHA STOP!!!” “REMEMBER!!!!” I gasped as the giant chain clattered once before it shattered, dissolving into nothing. Somewhere I felt myself falling before the endless blackness took us both.

Carla said hurriedly before he could finish, though she knew what was coming. Hera Diamonds was the only company left that had not terminated their contract with her since her scandal began and that was because she knew and had helped the CEO in the past. When Hera was just coming up and they needed a brand endorser, no popular celebrity or model wanted to endorse their jewelry but she had stood up and had chosen them out of so many endorsements she was offered then.