Micah Bell Mga Nobela at Kwento

I figured it would be easier for a lot of people to see the evidence for themselves, and what better way than this? Soon, there were a series of chimes from people's phones. I also sent it to Clinton. But I didn't want to watch his expression for now because my attention was elsewhere. One of the pieces of evidence I sent them included a voice note. It was the most crucial to this moment, and I was glad they chose to listen to it first. Standing close to me, I could hear perfectly well what was being said. “I can't believe you had him killed and pinned it on that brat!” Beta Alvin's voice was clearly audible.

The sight of the neglected plants stirred a bittersweet feeling in Sarang, who stared at them until he was called inside. The servants greeted Lucian warmly, relieved with his safe return, but their eyes soon drifted to the unfamiliar child clinging to their master's side.. Lucian Blackwell was an intimidating alpha in his thirties. He was very attractive with wavy chestnut hair, onyx eyes, and a thick beard that framed his rugged, olive, skin. A faded scar ran across his left cheek, enhancing his imposing presence. Yet, the beautiful child grasping his hand without fear amused the servants.

I was wearing a long sleeve off shoulder black knee-length dress with black tights. "Yes I'm alive," I said. It took a moment for him to process everything as he stood still, staring at me in wonder. Micah is a 46-year-old man, younger than my dad. His hair was dark brown, but there was a little sign of grey on his side, though it was barely noticeable. He had green emerald eyes which turned blue sometimes. His face was smooth and his body is really fit, not side fats or a big belly. He looked really young and good in his fitting black suit even though he’s in his late 40’s.

I don't want to go back there and if he gets to know he will send me back there so I am going to tell him that my home is far away and they sent me out so I came here and I have nowhere else to go. Yes!!! sounds great this is what I will tell him I smiled and clapped my hands grinning happily. ASHER'S POV I drove into my Beach House, climbed the pouch and opened the door to hear play giggle coming from inside the house. I totally forgot about the insane girl Melissa that's her name I guess. I stood by the door looking at her as she clapped and giggled. This lady is sure not okay I mean who claps and giggles alone in a house where she is the only one in.

"Hmm?" "Come, I want you to meet my beta, my tracker, and the leader of the pack warriors," Michael said and I instantly look at Lincoln, he just nodded at me as a sign that it was okay for me to leave him in a bit. I immediately walked over to Michael where he was happily talking to three men. I think I already know one of them, the leader of the pack warriors since he's the one who captured me and throws me in the cellar. "Hey mate, I want you to meet Maddox, he's my beta. This is Carrick, the pack tracker and I believe you already met this other guy here, Henry, the leader of the pack warriors." Michael introduces me to the other men and I just smile at them.

"Yes, yes, yes! Just let me go!" "Get lost!" Micah said and release her hand. She rushes off almost immediately... Micah got up and dialed a number on his phone. *Hello, Micah!* He hears from the other side. "Come pick me up and drive me to the packhouse!" *I'll be right there!* Micah hangs up and look at the direction where he saw Brett but he isn't there. "Lame trick, wolfsbane? Really?!" He questioned himself. * * Alexa's pov

Micah hollered and shot at me, aiming for the chest. Lucky enough, I saw it coming but only managed to arch a little as the bullet went into my shoulder blade. That still didn't change a thing as I was well covered with a bulletproof vest. I feigned a weak expression like I was about to fall and heard Micah scream, “Who's the boss! Now, who the fuck is the boss! I'm the boss!" He beat his chest proudly, laughing like a winner. Suddenly, an object came in contact with Micah's neck and he started shaking like an electricuted patient till he convulsed and fell on the spot.

I wondered if that had been her plan all along, not that it could change anything because I knew I would rather cut my two wrists than touch her again. "Sir, may I take a break?" Micah's sulky voice reached my ears as he dropped his dumbbells on the floor. He seemed very miserable, unable to join the rest of his men but as my bodyguard, he couldn't be sexually gratified when I wasn't, right? "I'll make us something to eat."

Takes a visible breath. "Neah." Her voice cracks on my name. "This is Micah. He is one of us." "One of us what?" My voice sounds distant to my own ears. "One of the twelve. From the list." The world tilts. The list. The USB drive. Twelve names. Most marked terminated. Two marked unknown. One of them was me. And standing in my driveway with eyes that glow gold is the other. "Micah's mother was Subject Four," Elena continues. Her words come faster now. Like she needs to get them out before she loses courage. "She died protecting him when he was sixteen. He has been in hiding since his markers activated two years ago."

If the cartel had reached her first, I would have burned their world to ash. I drained the bourbon and set the glass down. My phone buzzed. Luca’s message: He’s in the suite. System’s active. The reconditioning program was live, tracking his every move, every breath. I needed to know who Micah was beyond the code. Was he a tool I could sharpen or a liability I had to erase?