Novel & Cerita Nameless Mc

Ash pulls his shoulders back, and for one breath he looks less like a seven-year-old and more like the small soldier she's raised him to be, which guts her every single time she sees it happen. "What if they ask my name and I forget the fake one?" Sage's fingers worry the seam of her sleeve, picking at a loose thread until it starts to unravel. "You won't forget." Wren reaches back without looking and finds her daughter's knee, gives it one firm squeeze. "You're Sage Warden. Say it until it feels boring." "Sage Warden." A beat. "Sage Warden. That's a dumb name." "It's the name that keeps you breathing," Wren says, and something in her tone finally lands, because Sage stops arguing and stares

Perhaps there is evil inside of the moon, and has been all of this time, and we never knew about it. “I don’t know what to do, Dad. Everything is so messed up.” I paused for a bit and bit my lip. “There’s a boy though. A guy. His name is Reed Taylor, and I sort of dig him. Mom, you can listen to this part. He’s something special; he really is.” I thought about my parents, about their bodies moldering in the ground all of these years. What would be left, really? I closed my eyes to keep myself from thinking. Things were bleak enough.

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.

But at the same time, the assassin of the Blood Moon Killer seemed to jump back. “The Great Nameless?!” The man shrieked softly. His group had several times heard of rumors about the emergence of The Great Nameless, but most of them only thought of The Great Nameless as a fictional character by Hidden Pearl Tower, which was deliberately created to make news content of inferior quality, as usual.

I immediately tried my best not to punch that organizer who can't seem to read my mood. Do I look like I'm joking here? "Let's go." The mc said. "And please, calm down girl. Don't ruin our show." The mc added as he pats my shoulder as if he's mocking me. "I'm sorry, Lili. I swear I don't know who wrote our names there." Castillo apologized but that makes me angrier. "Shut up." "Hello, everyone! I am here again, your wonderful and handsome host for today! The one and only Adam!" The mc introduced himself. He's calling himself handsome to a lot of people. Makes me want to vomit.

"Long time no see, Master Scorpion." His gaze lingered on me, a mix of surprise and curiosity. "You are not surprised I know you are not a boy, Nameless. It took me years to figure it out. I could see you on the news, but I never thought much of it. How could a homeless boy become the beautiful manager of Hales Group?"

His identity had always been well protected because he did not like being the center of attention and he did not like his private life being disturbed. This had always been a habit passed down in the Mcintosh family. As the biggest shareholder and creator of the Cosmics Group, he had become invisible in the entertainment industry. In the Cosmics Group, he did not use his real name, but had always used a fake name instead. This name seemed to represent the supreme authority and prestige of the entertainment industry, Bio Mcintosh. This was his name for the outside world. Normally, he would not even attend important meetings or banquets.

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It seems only fitting since he is friends with Mateo, but I was still surprised. I told him it’s pretty, the crest. A mockingbird with its wings pointed upward; its body bent, ready to take flight. The tip of the mockingbird’s tail, wings, and beak peeked out of the broken golden circle as if it was trying to be free. The word Outlaws MC was written in cursive writing below the circle. There were three women in the crowd of bulky and hulking men. Sylvia greeted me with her warm smile and another girl named Des, who had a lip and nose ring. All her skin visible from the black shirt was dotted with ink.

“Yes, Patrick. Yes. That is exactly what I think. I think you want to be criminals — I think you love being criminals.” “We don’t love being criminals—” “You do, I can tell. You don’t need the money from your, what even is it? Your cage matches?” “It’s just underground MMA, that’s all. It’s unregulated, that’s all it means.” He pulled over to the side of the road and looked me square in the eye. “Why do you think we do what we do, huh? Any of the Claws. Why do you think we do it?”