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.

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.

"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."

In the blink of an eye, the once dreaming man laid dead in the pool of his own blood. The culprit simply walked towards the dead body and removed all the accessories and gadgets from him including all the arms he carried about. As soon as he was done.. he jumped out of the window and into the truck that was waiting for him... All that was left... Was the dead Mr Charles and an empty classroom. The girls had been... Kidnapped! The last straw... And this is where, The real story... Begins. CAGED : Survival. By Queenebunoluwa15

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.

Mj repositioned herself in Casper’s lap and grabbed the bottom portion of his jaw with her free hand, forcing his face to stay still while she turned the glass over and dumped the rest of its contents into his open mouth. Moxie, Ace, and Jay sat silently at the ornate dining table, exchanging looks of concern as they watched their assassin interact with her captive. Mj bound out of Casper’s lap and darted toward the kitchen, busying herself with the bubbling bounty she had placed inside the oven, while the club owner gurgled and gasped a few mouthfuls of air before his head flopped forward and he vomited all the water he had just been force-fed. John sneered at the translucent liquid that b

I said as I got in the cab of Johnny's truck, we were taking his big rig because of how many cases of ammo that was supposed to be exchanging hands, but they wouldn't be, that ammo was ours now. "Shut up, dude!" He shouted as we got on I-35 westbound, I pulled up my beanie and sunglasses and told Johnny I was gonna get some rest, to which he said he'd wake me up when we get to El Paso. I fell asleep in the cab and woke up in my plane of hell, Jack sitting there using souls in the pit as target practice. "Having fun there?" I said as I grabbed a drink from our mini-fridge and threw a beer at his head, he caught it and set down his gun to drink.