Mister Green Clue Novels & Stories

Martin was not aware of what Mr Green had planned for him. At their hideout, Mr Carter served the drink which was bought by Mr Green but Mr Green gave the drink to Mr Carter to serve. Martin and Mr Carter took the drink but none of them noticed in their enjoyment that Mr Green did not take his drink. Martin was fast to collapse to the ground in pain, he looked at Mr Carter surprised and heard Mr Green ask Mr Carter what did he to the drinks. Martin saw Mr Carter run out of the place before darkness covered him. Mr Green smiled and left the hideout with the three billion using a different route. Mr Carter was shocked to run into the police a distance away from the hideout.

What about my friends whom I reviewed with? As if on cue, my phone rang and I saw Jenny, my best friend's name flashed on the monitor. I quickly picked it up and my eardrums almost exploded when I was greeted with a loud, excited squeal. "Tell me," she said after "you passed, didn't you?" It was almost as if she was calculating her words, they carefully went out from her mouth like she was sure but still had doubts about what she had claimed.

“Nevermind the food. How did you hear me?” She finally looked up to him. “You were right there behind me…” “No, I wasn’t. I was still in the office and whispered it to myself…” His hands moved from her shoulders to her neck, thumbs brushing her jawline. Claire’s hands rested on his wrists. Her bright green eyes widened when their gazes met. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. “Mal- your eyes have light green flecks in them…” she raised a shaky hand to brush a few stray hairs from his face.

The news that Celena did not accept bribes and did not use shoddy materials was playing. Graham's expression was incredibly sour. He was glaring at the news on TV with a gloomy gaze as he replied icily, "Mr. Green, the original plan was supposed to be foolproof. A situation like this shouldn't have happened. Someone must have lent Celena a helping hand. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the police to find these clues at all!" Graham was very confident with his arrangement. If the police did not have help, they absolutely would never be able to find the surveillance videos and this information, much less do it in such a short amount of time.

The rain outside the window grew heavier, and his smile gradually disappeared. "Only by understanding yourself and your opponent's situation well can you win." Clare instantly understood what Rex meant. He took out his phone and called someone of the Green Group to contact Halsey Green. On the Glory Group's top floor. Rex stood in the wind and the rain stopped. With the piercing cold air, he felt a little agitated. Halsey Green opened the door to the rooftop and slowly walked behind Rex. In fact, as long as he pushed with a little more strength, Rex would be able to fall off the building in an instant.

BRUCE POV I didn’t get a wink of sleep. Every time I shut my eyes, those messages flashed in my mind. Put the file back. Robert Green is dead. Stop digging. We’re watching you. Those words stuck with me into the morning, buzzing at the edges of my thoughts.

"And the president is... Chloe Sinclair." The assistant stared at his paper. He looked up at me, then back down at the answer key. "That... is remarkably correct." "Yes!" I cheered, pumping my fist in the air. He quickly handed me a fresh, sealed envelope and a small stamped map. "Station One cleared. Take your next clue and run to Station Two. But you better hurry…I heard someone finished her station five minutes ago." My heart hammered against my chest. Could that be Chloe? I grabbed the map and ripped it open.

As he used the tip of his nose to play with my clitoris. “Ahh. S-Shit! Ohh.” “You like that?” I shut my mouth. And bit my lower lip. Hunter looked at me. “Amanda, I’m asking you.” “Y-Yes,” I confessed. My cheeks heated. Hunter smiled. I caught him jerking off his member. “I want to shove my angry dick inside your pussy right now, Amanda.” “But it won’t be fun if we finish early,” Hunter said, smirking. -- “Oh, fuck!”

But even as she went about her night, she couldn’t shake the feeling that things were far from over. Mr. Greenwoods POV Later that evening, Mr Green was seen in the study of his apartment, a drink in hand. The dim lighting cast shadows across the room as he stared at his phone. Then, he dialed a number. The line rang once before a voice answered. “Finally ! I’ve been trying to reach you. I texted you an address earlier on,” Mr. Green said, his voice firm. “We need to discuss.” A pause. Then, the person on the other end agreed.

the stranger asks. My blood heats up. His voice sounds like he could talk me through an orgasm, soothingly pulling me over the edge. I am overwhelmed by an immediate desire to hear him whimpering my name in my ears as he nuts all over me. “Get out of here,” Mr. Green barks. With his jacket off, the hot stranger balls his fists. I notice the customized giant ring on his right hand with the letter Z as he storms up to Mr. Green and lands one punch on his nose.