Ministry Of Ungentlemanly Warfare Book Novels & Stories

“My unwed mother died when I was a baby, so my uncle’s family took me in. I had to work for my keep, so I was apprenticed out young. And one night I was coming back from delivering an order and some thieves jumped me. I killed all three of them. Standing there with bodies littered around me, scared out of my wits at what I'd done, but feeling a strange confidence in my ability to do it again. So I ran away and joined the army. Seemed the ideal profession for someone with my newly discovered skills. And I was constantly travelling after that, never met the kind of girl you settle down with. Lots of women, but, you know... you both just get down to business. It isn't especially romantic.” The

my mind wandered off to Deputy Clarke and his four men, one in which I had no hand at all in his death, "Not the guys on the roof. You have killed a civilian... An innocent," Maurice. "I have to leave," I pushed him aside, gripping into the door handle, "Wait— take this," he pulled out a firearm from under his shirt, "And come back... Please," his eyes danced with fear, "You should consider taming that hair of yours too," he added, "Not many redheads are around anymore, how did you even become ginger in the first place?" He lowered the gun in my hands, moving over to a cabinet, searching for something, "This isn't my natural hair?" I tucked the pistol in the waist of the trousers, smoothing

I didn’t want to risk anyone’s life in a nasty man’s game. Nastiest, because this war would have no rules. In a mafia war everything was permitted, there were no basic rules to follow. You would have to go against everything you’ve believed in to win this. No matter how low, cruel, harsh, or dirty it got. You had to do everything to win, there was no such thing as mercy in this. Anyone and everyone could be a risk to you, no matter how old, how big, or how small the person was.

"Ugh what so great about that novel?" "The woman as the protagonist in this story is my ideal girl. Sweet, modest, and cute, that you will do everything to protect her." Clai said and sit straight. "TSK, if you're looking for that kind of woman, you should be enrolled at Williams University and not here at Crown University. Almost all the women here are gangsters and can protect themselves. A girl like that in the novel doesn't exist in this kind of place. "I said and stood up.

(Minister Mina) Of all people, no one expected Minister Mina to be the one that instantly exploded in anger. A person that were well known as the calmest person in Aeternum, now actually went mad with anger. Of all things, no one could have thought that there were people that Is actually objected the war, which supposedly to be supported by the entire nation. So naturally when everything had come to this point, the point where the war were already 1/3 won, suddenly there were people just don’t want to win it. “This is just outrageous!….Madam Vice President!….I proposed that we should investigate these…unruly people that dared to proposed this memorandum!….these people might be a spy!!…”.(Gov

I couldn't fault Theron for that, after all, I was doing the same thing. "I am glad you fought not only the threat but also for your dignity and you succeed in both." I murmured, my mind once again conjuring images of Theron on the battlefield, ripping the limbs from ghouls and sending them to their deaths as blood soaked through his uniform. The vision once again caused my heart to beat faster in excitement. Enough! I have to stop fanaticising about that! "I did what I had to do and I do not regret it." He continued, as though the incident was done and dusted in his mind. But those words sent a chill racing down my spine. Would he say the same thing once he had murdered me?

I was not in the mood to fight this dude, but I was not about to back down from anything. Cherry: He thinks you won’t fight him… He thought completely wrong… Me: We need to be cautious with this one, Cherry…. After all, there was a reason why he became the warden of the police department… Mr. Callighan was a very intelligent wolf. But, so was I. Looks like I was going to match his level. We prepared ourselves for one another, but it was a complete waste. I heard rustling behind me and my wolf felt at ease.

And something sharper—printer ink, fresh and smug, like someone had typed a fresh lie and left it cooling on the desk. The walls were lined with smart looking books Gianni definitely never read. Mostly war memoirs, the kind where men who never bled write about the ones who did. I trailed my fingers along the spines—three volumes on Napoleon, untouched. A fourth, thinner, tucked slightly out of order. I pulled it. Nothing. No secret passage, no trapdoor, just more arrogance in hardcover. The desk was military neat. The kind of neat that tells you someone cleaned up after bleeding out. A silver ashtray still wore the ghost of a fresh burn—long and tapered, Gianni’s custom cigars.

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste

Taking a sip of my whiskey, I felt the familiar burn as it slid down my throat, praying to whatever deity would listen that it'd numb the pounding headache beginning to overwhelm all my other senses. “Fuck me,” I mumbled under my breath as I opened the book titled, ‘History of the Great War.’ It was the usual stuff, talking about the first days of humans discovering the supernatural world was real, the attacks within our governments and armies, and the billions who had died. God, it had been a cluster fuck, a well-planned cluster fuck that none of us had seen coming. The war had been going on for a little over seventy years by the time I was born, just in time for me to participate in the la