Novel & Cerita Ministry Of Ungentlemanly Warfare Book

" Johan's eyes became downcast. There was a hint of guilt on his face, and he looked at me as if he were at a loss. The sky was overcast, and I couldn't help shivering when a cold wind brushed past my shoulders. I felt a faint warmth coming from behind me, and when I turned around, I found myself in a warm embrace. Christian wrapped me up in his coat, but Johan wrenched me out of his arms and dragged me behind him. Hatred flashing through his eyes, he yelled, "Christian Goodman! I know that you've been forced to suffer your recent losses in silence, but just come at me if you have a problem with me! What's the point of bullying a woman?"

There was shuffling in the room then I heard something break. "Wow, you know how much that vase cost? Oh you're gonna pay for that" Mr Wilson said teasingly "Help! What the fuck is your pr-mgh Help!" Sincere shouted then I barged into the room seeing Mr Wilson tugging at Sincere's dressing pants. I walked over to them and kicked the big guy in the back of his knee then when he dipped, I kneed him in the nose. Sincere got up fixing his pants as his face was wet with tears.

I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair. And that’s when the idea struck. Slowly, deliberately, I let the book slip from my fingers. It hit the floor with a soft thud. “Oh—" I bent down immediately to pick it up and the classroom suddenly felt very quiet. Very still. I didn’t rush. Instead, I took my time reaching for the book, my skirt shifting slightly as I moved. A risky move. A deliberate move. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then— Jeff cleared his throat sharply.

My eyes drifted to the ceiling, my mind already pulling back to the battlefield I had abandoned. The war is waiting for me, the blood, the chaos. It would be brutal. Relentless. But I had never lost a war before. And I wasn’t about to start now. Not when there was something far more important waiting for me at the end of it. ⸻ “Author’s Note Hi, readers I hope you’re enjoying No Saint here so far. If you’re loving the tension between Abaddon and Aurelia, then you should definitely check out their full story on GoodNovel.

I’d never take a woman unless she came to me willingly. She wouldn’t be the exception. I sighed, frustrated with my own conscience. But if I forced something, I’d hate myself for it later. I’ve never claimed to be a good man. I don’t follow the rules of war. In my book, women, children, the elderly, they’re all capable of pulling a trigger or setting a trap. So if I go to war, everyone falls. No exceptions. You’re either a casualty or you’re not. There’s no middle ground.

I was fighting with my keys to open my car door so I could get the hell out. “You know what I want.” Dominic answered. “Club members aren’t supposed to fraternize with employees.” “Thank God I'm not one then.” He smacked me on the head with a bat I didn’t even know he was holding and that was the last thing I saw.

For two years of high school, I tutored the entire class for free. My classmates remembered everything I had done for them, and they were grateful. Then, halfway through senior year, a transfer student arrived. "Two years of tutoring, and your grades are still stuck in the middle. That only proves your tutor is useless!" Selene Chevalier remarked. Right after that, she posted her own report card from Enasteri High School. She had scored near-perfect marks in every subjects. Selene: [I've always believed in balancing work and rest. I never waste time on things that don't pay off. Look at me. I relax and have fun every single day, and I still get scores like these. If nobody minds, I'll t

I mumbled rubbing the edge of the paper against my finger pulp. “First gain their trust. It will take some time. Zaroon should have some kind of trust on you too although he wouldn’t. He is hard to break.” Uncle said and with that he cut the call. I took a deep breath as gaining trust was a long-time process and I had to stay for a long time for that. Staying here give me the same level of passion for revenge and guilt at the same time when I saw these people smiling and talking to me. But when I recalled what they have done I started to hate the same smiles and laughs. Everything was fake. These smiles were fake as it wasn’t possible to smile with a full heart after having load of killing s

I can choose a much thinner book… The 33 Strategies of War- Robert Greene I stared at it for a while, and then I shrugged the thought and went back to the table. Minnie ignored me and didn't even look up to see what I got. She's too engrossed with the book that I think she wouldn't even notice me leaving. I glanced at the book again and decided to start reading.

- He corrected himself. The parking area of the elegant, well-preserved Edwardian manor showcased familiar exclusive sports cars. All owned by his peers. Only five of them had entry to their very exclusive gentleman's club. All of them were members of the United Kingdom's elite aristocracy; had served as officers for the British Army. After five tours, in the middle east and Afghanistan, part of the intelligence unit, they dismantled their commission and went home to their motherland, accepting their fate and position in the society. Having multiple degrees at the prestigious University of Cambridge, Eton's golden group, it was not hard for them to blend in once more.