Novel & Cerita No Surrender : My Thirty-year War

“Leverage? You kidnapped me, you psychotic asshole. Untie me before I…” “Before you what?” He leaned down, gripping my jaw hard with one hand, forcing me to look at him. “You’re in my mansion, chained to my bed. No one’s coming to save you yet. Your father wants war? Fine. But he’ll think twice when I send him pictures of his precious son on his knees for me.” My face burned. I tried to pull away, but his grip was iron. Worse, my cock twitched in my boxers at the rough way he handled me. “Fuck you. I’m not scared of you.”

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

I browsed the shelves, and I read the titles. Into the fire, A firsthand Account of the extraordinary Battle in Afghan War by Dakota Meyer, Bing West 500 Days, Secrets and Lies in the Terror Wars- Kurt Eichenwald The War for crown and Empire There are all sorts of books about wars here. I paused in front of a book that I deemed the most interesting. I pulled it out of the shelf and stared at it, contemplating whether to get on with it or not. I can choose a much thinner book… The 33 Strategies of War- Robert Greene

Only the triad. Only surrender.

The roar of the crowd still thrummed in Kai Lennox’s veins as he pushed into the private players’ bathroom off the VIP locker room. Arsenal had clinched the win, but Kai’s mind wasn’t on the goal he’d buried in stoppage time. It was on him—Marcus Vale, the Premier League’s most feared defender. That towering, carved body, those powerful thighs, the way his muscles flexed under sweat-soaked skin during every aggressive tackle. Kai had been secretly obsessed for over a year, jerking off in hotel rooms to fantasies of Marcus pinning him down, using him, ruining him. The man was pure dominance, and Kai wanted to submit to every filthy inch of it.

"Leticia went to great lengths to choose this restaurant for us, and you are simply not worth it!" He blushed and dropped a plate in front of me, causing shards to scatter all over the floor. A decade-plus of shared life, yet he still doubted who I was at the core. I took out the divorce agreement from my pocket. "Since that's the case, the 30-day cooling-off period has passed. Let's sign it." I placed my resignation letter below. He sneered and quickly picked up a pen to swiftly sign his name. "As you wished!" After saying that, he hugged Leticia and left.

One that stretched long enough for unease to thread through my spine. Then he said, “We want to survive.” I raised a brow. “Then stand with us. Help us take the Council down.” “It’s not that simple.” He stepped around the altar slowly, like a predator circling prey. “My pack has existed for three centuries untouched. We stay out of politics. We deal in trade, not war.” “And yet here you are,” I countered, unmoving. “In a war you say you don’t want.” “Because neutrality isn’t protection anymore,” he snapped. “The Council’s burned three of my border villages in the last month. Claimed it was an accident. It wasn’t.”

I flipped over on one arm, trying to keep my sword up in the other, but it was too late. I looked up directly into the end of Mason's dulled blade. I stared down the edge of it, not yet wanting to give up but my position left me with me no choice but to surrender. I let out a defeated huff and dropped my weapon to the ground, immediately prompting him to raise his arms above his head in triumph. "Yes! Hathaway down! Ashford takes the W!" He was practically jumping with excitement.

She screamed, still looking up. "Ahhhhhhh!" She screamed, like never before... War has started. This is survival of the fittest, Who will survive and who won't?

He countered adamantly. "You talk like you have a choice here. When it all collapses and you loose the only opportunity you have to win this whole thing while you can, you'd see your children suffer than you can even take. That's all I can say." Zoya covered her mouth to stop herself from making any noise as she tiptoed back into her room. "Bankrupt? Marriage? What was happening?"