Metro Novels & Stories

He nodded at Ekko. Ekko straightened, frowning at her screen. "The Motsta R900? No, I don't know what that is." Silas held up his hand to forestall Chayan from saying anything else. Motsta. Why did Silas know that word? "The Motsta R900 is a new line of disposable phone," Ekko muttered, no doubt reading the chat reply out loud. "Yeah? What's so great about them?" Silas toggled his screens so he could see the chat as well as the name clicked into place. He'd used Motsta disposable phones a few times in Europe. It was a small, Swedish company if his memory served.

My mind shifted it's focus to an article that I had read on social media earlier today, Twitter to be precise. It was about the multi Billionaire CEO of Sparta Enterprises, named Simon Lawson. Apparently, he was getting married in a few days, to some mystery girl that no one had any idea about. When the media asked him for his reason for keeping the identity of the girl he was getting married to a secret, his response, was that he just didn't want people harrassing her. It was a sweet response, that made me smile when I read it; how sweet of him.

I say. “Yes.” “Something aggressive.” “Yes.” That word alone makes my stomach tighten. “What kind of countermove?” Adrian doesn’t look up from the screen. “The kind that forces our enemies into the open.” My pulse quickens. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?” He turns the laptop toward me. A company name sits at the top of the document. MONTEVERDE URBAN INFRASTRUCTURE The name stirs something faint in my memory. “Why does that sound familiar?” I ask.

I asked confused. “Do you know what it feels like to use it? – Kristos asked raising an eyebrow. “And is there a difference between one condom and another?” All four of them looked at me as if I had kicked a puppy. “Of course, there is, Mark!” Matt commented coming to my side.” there are with texture, super thin, retardants, flavors, colors...

🧁ARIA 🧁 I paid the Cab driver immediately I got to the Address and as he drove ,a frown appeared on my face . I checked my phone to confirm if it was the address and my blood boiled at the thought that he actually set up a meeting in a night club . Who does that ? What does he take me for ? I wondered frustratedly as I called him . " Pick up Frederico ....! " O mumbled and took a deep breath in and out .

This one being close to the coordinates I plugged in. Platforms are different then the bracelets I have grown used to. While my old bracelet could take me to any location that wasn't protected by a security wall, a platform can only teleport you to another platform. It chooses the closest one to the coordinates you put in and then you walk to your destination. Not as efficient as the bracelets, but lower in cost and still handy. I inhale deeply and sigh. This home is in the perfect location. Hundreds of acres of prime hunting land surround it. My mate and I would be well provided for here. I could hire a proper security crew and they too would have ample hunting space. I walk the half mile t

ACE I surveyed Miranda from the corner of my eye as I drove to her apartment. She was nervous and she could deny it all she wanted but I saw it in the way her pulse hammered against her skin at the crook of her neck, in the way minuscule beads of sweat clung to her temple, and in the way she kept fidgeting or biting at her lower lip that now sported red cracks because she wouldn't stop chewing at it.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Sicily and its alleys were printed in her mind like G****e maps. Finally the car came to a deserted area. No way could she make it to her secured place. Reaching a dead end Myra pulled the brake harshly and looked behind. Two cars stood there. Two more arrived from the other side also. The guard at the back seat asked to open the fire but Myra stood still and waited for some time. A blue dot appeared on the screen of the device kept in the car. She looked at the screen and smiled. Another blue dot appeared. After a few seconds the increasing number of blue dots was enough to bring a full smile on her face.

He whispered the last part, like he was afraid Alicia might hear him. Terry chuckled in disbelief. "Dark magic?" Terry raised an eyebrow looking at Drumbo, then back at Alicia who was rubbing her laps looking at him. He smiled. "I have no problem with that Drumbo and..." He was cut off by a call on his phone. "Who the fuck is calling me?" He hissed. He looked at the screen, rolling his eyes before answering the call. "Torento doesn't want you calling unless you've got good news." "We found the motel they're staying in." At hearing this Terry sat up quickly in attention.