One Man Army Novel Novels & Stories

He snickered, “Porter, hurry up and give Homer a shot too. We can’t let him just watch and enjoy the show! Look at all his sweat!” Homer had an emotional breakdown, and he wailed, “Mr. Wade, I’m sweating from fright... I’m scared!” Charlie told Porter said, “Ignore how he got his sweat. Let’s give him a shot first!” Porter immediately answered, “Understood, Mr. Wade!” Charlie asked, “By the way, Porter, are there any men who like men in Ten Thousand Armies?” Porter awkwardly nodded, “Mr. Wade, there may be some... This is indeed more common now.”

"Here's the deal: Clear out the riff-raff, and bring all the ladies from this bar to me for some fun." "Who are you?" Layton's eyes narrowed. "Cut the chatter if you value your life." The man drew a combat knife, skewered a piece of fruit, and took a bite. "Follow my lead, or by tomorrow, Mendorra will be minus one Mr. Holt." Layton scoffed. "You think I'm scared? I've got an army of thousands. You're good, but are you 'beat thousands of men' good?" "Wow, that many?" The man feigned shock. "Terrifying!"

said Joseph. "Do you know who the man is?" Bernard asked. Joseph replied, "No, but I believe that Marla wasn't speaking nonsense when she approached Natalie. The man who made Cora fall so deeply in love with him must be exceptional. Think about it. "New World Group just burned down. Right now, Cora is at the center of every conflict. Yet, she doesn't seem worried at all. She's very calm. It's obvious that she has someone backing her. Aside from that man, I can't think of anyone she would rely on."

The big black horses barely made any sound, there was no conversation among the big guards who had large scary tattoos around them. Leading the guards, were four people on black horses; Demenicus Darke, the alpha of the skull pack, Simion and Euvene Darke, the alpha first twin sons, and lastly Reven. F. Darke, the bastard last son of the alpha, who was known by other packs as the Deathkeeper, because of his brutality and savagery.

“In my room, I’ll grab it for you.” Matt slunk back into his room with the first issue, and I hustled greedily to my bed to devour issue two and find out if the Popobawa survived the bombs the army dropped into the sewers to kill it. By the time Mom yelled up the stairs that it was time for dinner, I was halfway through issue three and Matt had already come in to grab number two. We both left our rooms at Mom’s call and my brother smiled for once. “Can you believe it got away through the sewers and out to that island?”

For the first time, she held me in her arms and promised to be my eyes from then on. [The third day—Mom came every day to care for me and Dad. She said she loved us so much and wanted to be our lifelong support. I told her I loved her too. She cried again.] [The twenty-first day—I was discharged. Donny discovered my secret and teased me at preschool, calling me a cyclops. He said I was disgusting and refused to play with me again. I hid in the storage room and cried for a long time. But it didn't matter. Dad and Mom loved me.]

I sprinted home and couldn't wait to share the good news with my wife, Morrigan Frost. I had told her that I might be busy and wouldn't be able to come home for lunch before leaving the house that morning. Now, I wanted to surprise her. We had been married for so many years and living a hard life. She could finally enjoy life with me now. However, I didn't expect to see a pair of men's leather shoes on the shoe rack the moment I opened the door. The shoes were clean and polished. They obviously belonged to a businessman. I had spent all my spare time doing delivery jobs, and I rarely bought shoes like that for convenience.

He nodded once and left. --- The warehouse district was all concrete and shadows, the kind of place where business was conducted away from prying eyes. Dante arrived to find his men had already secured five of Caruso's soldiers, forced to their knees in the center of the warehouse floor. He approached them slowly, jacket removed, sleeves rolled up. All business. "You made a mistake," he said simply. The man in the center, older, with a scar across his cheek—sneered. "The only mistake was you thinking the Valerios could hold the Eastern routes. That territory should be ours."

The old man was on his feet — both feet, full weight, moving at a speed that suggested his leg had made a miraculous recovery — and closing the distance between them with zero difficulty. He skidded to a halt six inches in front of her, chest heaving, eyes wild. "Give. Me. My. Phone." Sloane looked him up and down slowly. "I thought your leg was destroyed." The silence that followed was the most specific kind of silence — the kind that falls when a man realizes he has been completely, publicly, and irrevocably caught. His face went through several colors. "You—" "Yeah." Sloane held his phone out. "We're done here."