Novel & Cerita Mordecai Heller

She said as she gestured at a door on her right. I smiled at her and went in. “Sir, my name is Hazel and I was sent here by Markos for a job,” I stated. The man behind the desk was in a fitting suit and perfectly slicked back hair. He lifted his eyes to look at me and gave me a scornful look. You could see he thought of me like dirt on his shoes. If it had been a year ago when I had everything, he would have kissed the ground I walked on. I hadn’t realized how much people who weren’t financially stable were treated badly until I joined the club.

Felix had never heard of the title "legendary healer" before. Stacy asked, "Aren't you Mr. Felix Zeller, the legendary healer?" Felix was puzzled. "Yes, I'm Felix Zeller, but I have no idea what a legendary healer is." Stacy suddenly became excited. "Oh, my God! I'm actually standing in front of the legendary healer! Even Mr. Lemuel Morris, the number one master healer, admitted that his skills couldn't compare to yours.

His fingers were still resting against the glass, then he pulled his hand away slowly. Like touching the screen had burned him. “No,” he said. The word was soft, not angry, not loud but just empty. I moved closer to the desk. “Let me see the file,” I said. He did not stop me. The profile expanded with a soft click. Isabella Moretti, founding Council Member. Status: Active. Operational alias: Helios. My eyes moved down the page for history records, financial movements and deep cover operations. The line that mattered sat halfway through the document.

Layla rolled her eyes once more. She had just confessed to her friends that she was held at knifepoint by a junkie weirdo and all they wanted to do was talk about her kissing a biker. "His name is Marrok," she admitted. "Marrok Kenneally." "Marrok Kenneally, what a strange name for a biker," said Amy trying to recall any bikers she'd ever heard of with that name. "What's his club name?" "The Howler M.C. I think," replied Layla thinking back to Brick and his impressive patches.

He stood up hearing his name being announced and everyone clapped for the man for getting the honor of being in charge of the most important case. Mr. Anderson has the record of cracking the most difficult cases in the department so for others it was no surprise that the chief chose him for these cases. But every successful person has a secret anti-fan who hated that persons’ success and Mr. Anderson was no different than every other successful person out there. Someone in this crowd was clapping for the man full of hatred for this man and wishing that this might be the last honor he gets. “Thank you, sir, for honoring me with this opportunity and putting your trust in me. I won’t disappoint

It was almost not noticeable due to how tiny it was on the map, but people often visited it for tourism purposes and its beautiful history. The structure had been there for twenty decades, where the people of Sechester often worshipped their deity, the goddess Hecate. Hecate was known to be the chief goddess in charge of magic and spells. She was the Greek goddess of witchcraft, necromancy, ghosts, the night, and the moon. Kira passed by two pillars erected for the goddess in front of the temple- they were known to wade off evil. She yanked the torch nearby and tossed it towards a chandelier nearby.

Her enthusiastic mood diminished when she heard her boss' voice in the reciever. "Kindly bring the proposal documents for tomorrow's board meeting. " "Yes sir." She replied as she replaced the reciever. She picked up the proposal documents, neatly arranged them and rose from her desk. Hesitatingly, she said a short prayer, turned the door knob and opened one of the two huge pair of doors. A white carpet spread through the spacious office. The large windows showed a wide view of the city. The mahogany shelves and file cabinets were full of books arranged neatly. He stood at one of the shelves engrossed in one of Christopher Columbus' diaries. He closed the books and addressed her.

** HELENA When Aaron and I got to the bottom stair, Felix appeared and glared straight at me. "Where are you going?" He glared at our joined hands and I quickly stiffened. "I just asked Aaron if we can go out to grab something to eat." I looked straight at his face and returned the glare. "And I think that's a bad idea. Why the hell are you going with someone who killed our father, Helena? It did you forget about our father?" Felix said, he was seething. A sharp pain erupted in my chest and I felt Aaron squeeze my hand.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

It felt like a miracle. "Hello..." Several emotions flashed through my mind fuelling my anxiety and making me stutter. "Sorry...Who is this?" He asked, his voice leveled with authority and pride I detested. It sent a chill right through me. I... It doesn't matter. Just come, He needs you." I hated saying the words. I wanted to swallow them up. But my pride had no place if I needed his help. "I'm sorry, Who needs me?" "Samuel, Your Son." I retorted.