Novel & Cerita Miles Danger Force

Misty walked to where she sat and placed his hand on her thighs. She freaked out, thinking one of the drunk men had come to molest her like they always do. “I'm so sorry, what did you say”? “Are you okay dear”, Misty asked her in an unusually calm tone. “I'm fine, just tired. What were you saying earlier”? she said in a hushed tone. “I was saying well done. A lot of customers had their eyes fixated on you and more came, just to watch you”, he said, showing off his braced teeth

He doesn't want to hurt him, his friend. "I'm sorry." He whispered. Looking at Christopher, he remembers how much he endured till now, and still couldn't master the courage to speak up. He has seen and know one thing that if he is important to him, so is Lucas. And the only thing that kept him silent was the fear of two friends fighting or getting separated because of him, Miles doesn't want to hurt anyone. This doesn't mean he forgives Lucas, or that he cares for him, NO, Miles never used the word hate in his life before but he says it loud and clear that he hates Lucas and his friends (Willie and Moura) he loathe them. But he cares for Christopher, and he knows Christopher love Lucas.

“You think this can be fixed? That fucker is dangerous. You assured me he was better. Or else I would never have agreed to my daughter marrying him.” I struggled to hold back the smirk. Seems Miles has fucked up again. Why does that not surprise me? He was one big mistake after another. Would have been better for his Mum to fucking swallow him the night he was conceived... saved the pack a whole host of drama. He had killed that guy from their pack, I could only assume? He was dangerous. One big fuck up. But, we still needed to try to resolve it. Our pack did not need a fucking war right now!

CONNOR ‘We can take them!’ Miles snarled at his attackers, challenging them. They closed in on him, their eerie low growls chilling to hear. Circling, circling, until… Determined, he shook the puma off his back, locking his canines into its throat before it even touched the ground. We didn’t care that they outnumbered us. Spurred on by the urgency to protect what was ours, Miles fought like a demon. Fury and adrenaline coursed through our veins, blocking out everything else. Miles fought them off, a machine of death. Ripping, tearing through the relentless attackers. Death and blood hung heavy in the air, screams and howls the soundtrack to the night.

"Just that...we gotta be careful here." I sighed and opted not to complain again. Not like it would help me, anyway. Crap. I'd never missed my family this much. It was only an eight-hour flight away, more or less. Why wouldn't they just let me go back home? "Much as I want to argue with them..." Miles sighed and held my hand. "Can't risk you getting hurt. Those sons of bitches like to set up traps." Fine. It was risky to leave this soon. They just didn't know what waited for us out there. Alright. Maybe I'd give it another night. Or two.

“Indra, we have no choice. This is a risk worth taking, okay? It can help both Cody and I. It can possibly get my father off my back for good this time. Can’t you see that?” “Oh no,” she fired back, jabbing at his chest, her voice rising. “How could I possibly see past the fact that you could die? The Russians are ruthless people. One wrong move from all this and you’re just as dead a man as you are right now,” “Either way, there’s death,” Miles shot back. “But you know what else is there? Fear. The constant need to run. To run from my own father, who wants me dead because the fucker is too much of a fucking coward to nurse his own fucking ego,” my brows shot up. I’ve never seen Miles this…l

* "I will take him back — no matter what. And remind him his fucking place." The line went dead. Somewhere on the other end, a man stood frozen, still trembling, wondering — not for the first time — how much longer he'd survive serving someone who spoke about destruction the way other men spoke about the weather. --- Miles away, in a house glowing warm with lamplight and full of voices that didn't yet know what had just been set into motion, Lance went still. It happened mid-sentence — something Adira had said, some warm, teasing thing about family dinners, and then the words simply stopped reaching him. His eyes went distant, unfocused, fixed on nothing at all, as though some cold current h

Melissa wafted up from the ground, her whole garment turned white and she threw a bolt of lightning at Fiona who also threw a bolt of lightning at her, stopping their lightning in the middle, they both battled for who was going to win. Sophia got scared at what she saw, so to stop Melissa from hurting her mum, she also shot a lightning toward Melissa. This distracted Melissa making her lose hold of her powers. Fiona was able to shoot her lightning toward Melissa, making her fall to the ground. She shoots another and another against Melissa. She was about to shoot another but Damien was quick to push her out of the direction she shot it, it brushed past his arms making him hiss in pain. Fiona

I didn’t look away from the screen. “I don’t give a fuck.” The room fell silent. “I need information.” I watched Alaric lower his head. “He hasn’t said anything yet, but he will.” I finally looked at Diego. “I need it done quickly.” His eyes narrowed slightly, because he understood. Understood exactly what I wasn’t saying, we had little time on our hands. Allison’s memories were piecing back together, and I knew the danger was coming along with them. I stood. “I’ll see him now.”

I don't understand what I did or said to have him act this way towards me, I just want this to work because I really live him, and in order for a relationship to work we need to comunicate. However, as soon as I try to break his sky high wall, he pushes back with a force three times larger and hurts me more than a shotgun wound would. I just wish that for just this once, he would try to let me in. In my distressed state, I forget to look both ways before crossing the road, and so the last thing I see are two bright white car lights, coming toward me way too fast not to hit me, despite the loud sound of brakes. *** Axel's P.O.V.