Romans & histoires Murdoc

Two huge dark figures approached in the dark and then stepped into the house, his personal bodyguards. I liked to call them Peanut Butter and Jelly, because they’re always together and they go well together. Listen, I was depressed and they fascinated me because they were huge. They didn’t make eye contact, they didn’t talk, until they stepped aside and Octavious entered. When he did, a rush of cold wind blew into the house and Octavious’ eyes casually glanced around the place. Octavious had on full black today, a black trench coat, black leather gloves, black Capone, black shoes…just black.

Melisa smirked, sat up straight on her chair, then slapped the desk with both of her palms to get my attention. “Now… we have to give you a chance to survive the task boss gave you,” she stated and pulled out few paper folders from her desk drawer. She opened the folders one by one and placed them on the desk, presenting my way. There were personal files of several people. They all included a picture and basic information along with list of previous occupations and skills. “We will start with this one,” she pointed to the file on the left, “This is Marcus Mortimer.” I looked at his picture. He had features of an angel, light, blond hair, bright blue eyes, and white skin. He resembled an oppo

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Oppotunity quest appear in the system: “Wipe Disastor from existence! Gain alliance from the Alpha and Deltha Player!” “Will you activate the system?” “Activate!” The rumbling continue in the distance, sending a magnified aura to the man in black. His name is Muwero, and just like his name, his been in wander from one place to another. “What's Disastor doing in this excluded place?” That's been the question he has in mind. After he left his stone home, he has been searching for this monster.

Presently, a man in his late forties, Murad isn't only famous but admired amongst his peers for his generosity. The man is a gem for a person in the heart. His aura is so divine that I often forget that he is a werewolf (therefore an enemy) and not a serpent who crawls. A year back when I stumbled my way into the Lane, Murad was the man who introduced me to Junky Jared and asked him to take me for a job. ‘He is lewd but pays honestly. Don't fall into his trap or you will end up in a hospital bed undergoing parturition.’ He had warned us. He helped me then. I am sure he will help me now.

It was one hell of a fight. What they are fighting for, he didn't know, but he understood that Mr Mc Millan, the owner of the house, has some documents that proves that Mr. Smith is a criminal. That was enough information, the only thing is to lay hands on Mr Smith and interrogation will do the job, but he is a wealthy man and can't simply be arrested like that. He had called the police to come to the scene, but before they arrived, they all had already dispatched. Fred inspected Mr Mc Millan's room. The police looked around the house and have found nothing as of yet, he suspected there's something strange about the man's bedroom. He kicked the bed and winced.

Less then two minutes, all the cameras were focusing on him as the young man started speaking, " I am Marcus Marshmello, a undercover man of Raven Mafias. I have working under Luther and Lucas for years and have taken part in their malicious activities. I, hereby confess that the attempt to murder case of 27th July on Street Park road has been directed by Luther Michael personally. He has the one who told me to delete the footage."

I look down to see him tieing a silver chain around my wrist and I struggle, to have his grip tighten on me. As he whispers lowly. "That's the scent which was there when my entire family was brutally murdered in front of my eyes." "That's the scent which I have been searching for last 5 years of my life for vengeance." "That's the scent of Daniel Black." . . . "The leader of Hunters" My mind froze and I go still. The pain on my wrist, forgotten. Tugging on the silver chains, he makes my numb form to hit his chest. He breathes heavily near my ear to only whispers in a voice as cold as ice.

Monika Cvurka………………………………………… Dog-walker Caroline Brett………………………………………….. Dr Brett’s wife Anjelica Ebbi………………………………………… Translator for Public Health England Christopher Rice………………………………………. MI6 Sir William Frederick Patterson……………………….. Chairman of JIC. Madame Charlotte Julien………………………………. French Lawyer Claude Duvall………………………………………….. Ex-French Policeman THE FOURTEEN Robbie Chase…………………………………………Property developer (Suicide) Igor Akinfeev………………………………………… Russian Businessman (Suicide)

that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form. The one I met earlier has dark hair, blue eyes, a pointed nose, dark red lips, sculpted jaw, and fair skin. The one whose voice is unfamiliar to me seemed to be more mysterious. He has grey hair, silver eyes, a pointed nose, pale lips, sculpted jaw, and fairer skin than the other one. I coughed and realized that my hands are tied and all I can do is sit. “Just kill me,” I muttered and sit. I now have a broader sight of where I am.