Mkx Johnny Cage Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled physique. This couldn't be happening.

“Cage, this is one of Sawyer’s peers, Colt Whitaker.” “I prefer Mile-shot.” I stick out my hand to Sawyer’s older brother. As we shake hands, nothing on Cage’s face says he’s heard the name before. “Good to meet you. Which branch did you serve?” “Marines. Sniper.” Understanding dawns as Cage nods. “Hence the nickname. Hell of a kill shot, man.” I’d rather not talk about it with Emma listening. “What do you do?” “I’m a cop in Dallas.” It fits. Cage has that sharp, gritty edge I never see on a salesman or an accountant. “Glad you could come before you have to get back for your shift.”

I'm the CEO of a publicly traded company, and I'm worth three billion dollars. Ten years ago, I dumped my broke boyfriend Ethan Shaw and left for Wall Street. Everyone said Vivian Quinn was cold-blooded and ruthless, a maniac who only cared about money. Then a car accident somehow transported me into another world. I woke up as a penniless housewife! Ethan Shaw, the ex who should have hated my guts, was suddenly my husband! And there was a five-year-old son tagging along. What a joke. How could I ever fall for a freeloader who spent all day in the kitchen or a pint-size boy who spent every day clinging to my leg? But just as I was determined to find my way back, I realized something wasn't r

I said as I lead him to the theater room. I open the door to reveal a large flat-screen television surrounded by large sofas. There was also a mini bar at the side with cotton candy and a popcorn machine. I watch as Alex walks inside the room to take a look around. He stood in front of the popcorn machine before turning to look at me. "Mind if I have some? For the tour?" He asked. "Sure," I said as I approach him. I turned on the machine and we just stood there watching the kernels pop, one after another.

I pressed play. The screen flickered. Dim light. Concrete walls. The image was unsteady, as if recorded quickly. Then... Pierre. He was alive. Relief crashed into me so hard it almost knocked the air from my lungs. But it lasted only a heartbeat. His wrists were restrained. There was a bruise along one side of his face. He looked exhausted. Still... He was alive. He lifted his head slowly toward the camera. His lips moved. I couldn't hear what he said.

Austin I am awakened by shouting at my door. I jump out of bed and grab my Glock 18 from the nightstand next to my bed. I am delirious from lack of sleep. After Shane, Max and I got back from my mom's house late, I had to speak with Chance on meeting up with Snake. I want him and Cage to go with me. Cage is a lethal mother fucker. He would be a higher-ranking member but his temper gets a little out of control sometimes. It may be a little dangerous bringing him but if shit hits the fan he is who I would need next to me.

"Why are your hands so cold? Leo, get Melanie some mango milk to warm her up!" Melanie was allergic to mangoes. She had told Ken this more times than she could count, but he never remembered. Yet she didn't want to reject his kindness, so she had always taken allergy medicine and drank it anyway. It was only recently that Melanie realized that he never forgot. Rather, he did it because mango milk was Jennifer's favorite drink. Melanie lowered her gaze, hiding her disgust. "No, thanks. I don't want it." Ken ignored her. Soon, Leo brought the mango milk and relayed a message. "Ken, Ms. Knowles wants to go over the intimate scene with you."

Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for. "She's a child man " John says like me he's happily married but unlike me I don't see the girl next door as a child. "We here for porker not for ogling teenagers " Carter says winking at me I kick him under the table ,he swears under his breath asshole.

Jaxon looks at Mia’s shabby car as it drives to the warehouse junkyard in the yard behind the Red Cage building. He was sipping a cup of coffee while putting his left hand in his pocket pants and watching some of his subordinates destroy that car into pieces. “Are you sure she won’t get angry?” asked Knight Miller, staring at the yellow-faded car. “Hmm... hmm...” Jaxon replied, shrug both shoulders while continuing to sip the remaining coffee.

I could hear Volkov yelling and swearing angrily and I almost burst out laughing. “No!” his men replied in unison and I rolled my eyes. “Get them! I don’t give a fuck what you have to do. Those fucker dies. You can kill every fucking one of them.” Volkov yelled in English mixed with Russian. We moved behind a large pile of cement bags. Thank goodness the rooms were pretty much done. The walls gave us more cover as we moved about. I glanced over at Marcelo as he grabbed a long metal off the floor, flexing his shoulders to see if he could make use of the weapon with his bad shoulder that must still hurt as bitch.