Mtl Nation Novels & Stories

"Not one." I already knew where this was going. Apparently Gideon didn't. "Caine and Ward are the only two major territories in this region without outstanding Council debt." Maeve looked at me. "Ward?" "East of us." Theron nodded. "They finance themselves. Both packs." His expression toward Gideon became openly disgusted. "You tried to dismantle one of the only territories the Council doesn't financially control so you could become more attractive to the Council." Gideon's face hardened. "Debt isn't control."

When they finished producing a mech, they needed to be certified at the local Mech Trade Association before it receives permission to be put on sale. The MTA was a transnational nonprofit organization with branches in pretty much every human state. A colossus of the mech world, they regulated the civilian production and sale of mechs. Most states like the Bright Republic gave them official backing to do so in their territories because they were good at it and adhered to strict neutrality, never overstepping their bounds.

Aaron has always been careful about our meetings, but tonight, I want to surprise him. No matter how many times I see Aaron, I always feel like this—nervous and excited all at once. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and I can hardly wait to see him again. As I walk down the road, it’s impossible to miss the posters plastered on every surface of the street. An announcement of the Mate Games happening soon. As I read the words on the posters,I can’t help but roll my eyes. The Mate Game is one of the most barbaric tradition we follow here. The very process is not only dangerous, but life threatening. The royal family here, rose to their status today because of their strength and resilience. By

Hank teases. “Green is a bad color on you,” Oliver teases back. “Gentlemen,” Catherine corrects them sternly. “We appreciate the research and the donations,” President Katrina Furgerson nods. “We also agree the time to fully reenter as come. We have been watching how the packs behave and must admit your swift justice for the protection of those within your borders is amazing.” The Alphas nods. After three hours of talks the United Pack of North America is fully formed. Pictures are taken and papers signed.

Alex teased, making me slap his chest. "I could be a single father you know. Who said you'll be a part of the equation?" I retort. "How can you get rid of this hot piece of ass." He said, gesturing to his body. I faked gagging noises to feign disgust. "I'd rather die alone," I replied. "I wonder if you'll make the same noises if I-" I quickly shit him up by slapping my hand over his mouth. "You're disgusting," I said.