Metal Gear Solid Novels Novels & Stories

Their titles are; "Mr. Billionaire wants me Back" Which will be in both a mobo reader and a good novel And "His perfect Dare". Which will be available exclusively at a good novel. Thanks so much, for all the love. Please keep reading, liking, voting, and commenting but please only positive comments, not violent comments.

The memory of the last few hours crashes into me like molten iron. Me. Gathering my men. “Yes, Boss,” Cameo said when he stepped into my office at the bank. “Get one of the boys to shut down all the security footage leading to the Roshids’ residence. Everything. The neighborhood. The street.” I ordered darkly. I pressed the button beneath my desk. The wall behind me gave way, sliding open to reveal the vault. My arsenal of weapons. Air conditioned. Clean. Sophisticated. “Sir? What are you planning?” Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space.

Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim at, and making sure they never got back up. Traitors hid behind expensive suits and fake smiles, knives ready to strike my back. But they forgot one thing: I played by the rules until someone played me dirty. And when they did, the retribution I served was tenfold. No one played me for a fool and lived. The cigarette had burned down to the filter. I crushed it into the ashtray, grinding it until the ember died. The tray wobbled on the edge of the table. My hand shot out to steady it, but the booze in my system dulled my reflexes. It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards.

085 **Stanley’s POV** I strode back to the Nexus Bar, my guards trailing close behind, their heavy footsteps echoing my determination. Pausing at the entrance, I peered inside, my eyes locking onto Alora and Russel as they chatted at their plastic table. Each time Alora laughed at one of his dumb jokes, a sharp pang of anger twisted in my chest. My fists clenched at my sides, and for a fleeting moment, I imagined storming over and landing a solid punch on Russel’s smug face—preferably once Alora was out of sight. But I had a better plan, one that would hit harder and leave no room for error.

It was close to a wooded area and we were quite a distance from our closest neighbors, which was good for raising a small hybrid of a vampire and a sorceress. When the taxi drove me to the right place, I noticed a black car in the driveway, which meant Oliver had taken care of that as well. After getting out of the taxi, taking my luggage, and paying the old man who left shortly after, I looked inside the car, which was open and the key was in the ignition, and found another gift in the glove box - information for all bank accounts around the world where Oliver had accumulated some money during his 300 years of life, there was given even the balances of each account.

she teased him, breathless and painfully, exquisitely, turned on. “Can you?” As it turned out, they didn’t make it to Luke’s place. And no, the skirt never did make it on that night. **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Selena and Luke’s story, and catching up with all the ‘Unseen Enemy’ crew and a few of the ‘Dangerous Curves’ characters. ‘Solid Heart’ (Unseen Enemy #7), Mark and Francine’s story, is the next book in this series, and is available here on GoodNovel. I'd also like to invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

The night smelled of smoke and gunpowder when the last shots died away. Montez stood tall beside the bullet-riddled car, chest rising and falling slowly as the echoes of gunfire faded into silence. His men, bruised and bleeding, stood tall near him, checking ammunition, as they gathered the bodies of the fallen. A guard approached with something in hand, his voice steady though his fingers shook. “Boss, they left this behind.” Montez snatched the black envelope. The wax seal cracked with a sharp sound as he tore it open. His eyes scanned the words once, twice, and then his lips curved into something between a snarl and a laugh.

“But what if we don’t have the full picture of his past? What if the official record—the tragic ‘friendly fire’ incident, the civilian casualties, the honourable discharge—was just a convenient cover story? A narrative to bury something far more… lucrative.” A cold trickle, distinct from the Alpine chill seeping through the windows, traced Anton’s spine. He kept his face a mask. “Get to your point.” “My point, dear brother, is that you are so focused on the thief who took your precious Aegis chip, you never stopped to consider the ghost who built it.” Marcus let the words hang, savouring them. He reached beside his chair and lifted a slim titanium tablet. A few taps, and he slid it across th