Novel & Cerita Nameless Mc

Nick came to meet me and asked me to meet his pack because he said we are going to stay there for a few days after our marriage so I went to meet the members of his pack. His pack's name is Blue Stone Pack. It is a little away from the city side and the place is green and beautiful. I met his Alpha first. His name is Atlas Myles Rozell and he was so curt and emotionless that I shivered as soon as he looked back into my eyes. His eyes were emotionless. But surprisingly he turned out to be Nick's childhood friend along with Scott— his beta friend and Thomas, his second Beta friend. Wow, I thought Nick had no friends but he proved me wrong.

While Ana is beautiful in a feminine way, Mak has more of the dark alternative beauty that turns heads. Turd McFergusson... seems like you already have a good name for the rage monster. Sel mentions to me. What?! No, that is what I call you. I snark back. Oh, well I don't answer to that moniker so I figured that was the rage monster. No, I like that name for when you are being too snotty.

And then when she mentioned her adoptive father's name, I suddenly felt immensely confused. The Crescent Grove Pack is really massive, but at least I know a lot of the families living here and there has never been a mention of the nightingale family. I decided to go take a look and called for my werewolf Beta. I also put a phone call through to the Alpha of the Silver moon Pack and the Blood Hound Pack.

I sounded pathetic, and I knew it. “Go on then.” “Chris… Christopher Marley. He said everyone calls him Marley, though.” She didn’t need to say anything; I could tell instantly by the sympathy in her eyes that I wasn’t going to like what she was about to say. “He said he was a biker? Sweetie, there’s no Black Aces in town by that name. Not even a prospect… are you sure he said he was from here?” She felt sorry for me, and I hated it.

I remembered only bits of the truth, but Uncle Gerald knew everything, and I could see anger simmering in his expression. “Florida,” I answered. “I might know their killers, but they’ve changed their name. They’re not the Ravens anymore. They call themselves a bunch of new names. DeLuca’s cartel, Nothing, Doves in the wind.” Marco let out a short, dry chuckle. “Yeah, that makes sense.” “Doves in the wind, like ghosts?” Eloise asked, her voice shaky. “No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

she sobs more as Jack looks at me, anger clear in his eyes. "I need a name if the loan shark and Beth's full name. She is cut off from approaching you or Jordan. If she tries to come near you or my family, I will kill her or him, "she nods in my chest, and it breaks my heart. She has to be scared of us but needs comfort at the same time. "His name is Lionel Morgan, and Beth's full name is Bethany Dance she works too, but I don't know if she is paying him because he always comes to me for payment",I move her back and wipe her tears.

Lucky's POV He was surprisingly fast at mounting his horse and reached his hand out to me. “Thanks,” I said and let him help me up behind him. “So, what do I call you?” “The name’s McCollum,” he said, almost overly dramatic, but with a sense of pride and majesty that seemed to justify it. “Marcus McCollum.” “You say it as if it’s supposed to mean something,” I said, hoping not to disappoint him too much that I didn’t recognize his face or his name. He turned and looked down at me, and as I had already guessed, he was surprised.

He gave me a quick hug and melted into the crowd. I signed as i imagined her smug smile right in my face. That double faced bitch. One day, I would pull that mask off her damn face, but not tonight. Tonight was for a plan. The gala began. The MC took the stage, his voice booming as he welcomed the guests and explained the charity. Then came the donations. One by one, the wealthy raised their glasses, announcing numbers that drew nods and applause. Twenty million. Fifty million. Seventy-five. I waited. I played with my fingers, tapping along the stem of my flute as I played out the scene in my mind, and at last I heard my last name on the roll. I arose gracefully to my feet.

“Give us a name.” Michael remained silent until Matteo increased the pressure, and Michael cried out. “I don’t know!” he blurted. “He contacted me anonymously using a burner phone with a self-destructing message. I have no idea who he is!” Mattero narrowed his eyes, taking a step forward. “What is this, some kind of Mission Impossible bullshit?” “I-I’m telling the truth! He goes by the Puppet Master. That’s all I know!” I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. “What did you just say?”

I guess we are all capable of anything when it comes to love. She never knew my origins, what my real name was. I’d taken the name Arlington a long time ago, to hide myself, to remain anonymous but still in charge. My family name, Josen, was one to be feared, after all. We were the largest mafia family on the coast, running everything from drugs to gambling dens, prostitutes, and various scams. Everything was in my power, and everyone was afraid of what my men were capable of.