One Man Army Novel Novels & Stories

The man, consumed by rage, sprinted towards Jacob, screaming at the top of his lungs. “Come on!” Jacob roared. The man dashed towards Jacob with all the speed he gained, and then halfway through his course, the mound he stepped on suddenly collapsed and brought him down together with the leaves. The man wailed in agony. Jacob went over to him and dropped his gaze at the man. Bamboos tore through his body and blood came out from his gaping wound. Jacob crouched and reached down for the man's tactical army knife and holster which he wraps around his waist.

Not too long ago, a major betrayal occured leading to the war, delta city was battling. Diverting back to seven years ago, he had experienced a very major downfall and gotten dispirited one fateful night. Four star general Manu, the citys betrayal who was one of Derricks prominent rivals for the position of five star general, spiked Derricks drink with the tangible hopes of manipulating him into ruining his own reputation. - a potential five star military officer doesn't drink vodka, alcohol or do drugs, let alone take anything intoxicating in excess -

Ally whispered to me. I looked back at the novices as they stood in uniform lines, their faces devoid of all emotion as they started to march. Soon I was swept into the motion and marched beside Ally in silence, our army storming up a slight hill to where a large field lay – the undeclared site of the inevitable battle. The soldier in front of me came to a sudden stop, causing me to crash into him while the rest of the army carried onward, his face paling dramatically as he turned and looked at me in terror. That’s when I saw it.

“Where is Nova?” The man laughed weakly, blood bubbling at his lips. “Closer than you think.” My stomach dropped, ice raced through my veins. Noah’s fist slammed into the wall beside the man’s head, cracking the plaster. “Where?!” But the man only grinned wider, his teeth red. Outside, a horn honked once, short, sharp, and a signal. Then headlights swept across the window again, not one car this time, but three. Vivienne hadn’t sent men, she’d sent an army and this was only the beginning. The room pulsed with shadows, headlights sweeping across the curtains in violent strokes of white. The air was thick with gunpowder and dust, heavy enough to choke on.

She is in the army and her skills are unmatched by anyone in the academy. When Ace Duhamel is told by his superior that they were expecting a new addition to his team, he hates the person automatically. He does not want anyone new in his team as he believes that they are okay as they are. He tries to convince the major general that the new lieutenant could join another team but the decision has already been made. He vows to make the new team leader's life a living hell in the team until they leave on their own. He is shocked to see the person who arrived two days later to join his team.

“Now this one…” He shook his head, almost impressed, almost unsettled. “This one’s mad.” He leaned back against the counter, gripping the edge of the book a little tighter. There was something about this story that didn’t feel heavy like the last one. It was still intense, but cleaner. Sharper. “Man went in for a job… came out with something else entirely,” he muttered. Adam ran a hand over his chin, thinking it through. It wasn’t about control this time. Not like before. This one felt… equal. Two people walking into the same moment for completely different reasons and meeting right in the middle of it.

No man's land _ Episode 1 Part 1 _ Season 1 _ Characters: _ Loria A black girl in America in a false-church community that's sole purpose is to kill Russians. She protects a little Russian girl named Bonnie and cares for her very much. _ Bonnie Little Russian girl Loria protects. Always sweet, is noisy when safe to be, likes to play, lies sometimes. _ Mary An evil, racist, serial killer of Russians. Mary is the leader of the church community.

“Why do you want to be an EMT?” Tim cleared his throat. “Well, sir, I was a medic in the Army, and I loved it. I’d like to pursue that path in civilian life.” “Honorable discharge?” “Yes sir, a medical separation. I was wounded in Afghanistan.” John leaned back in his chair. “It sounds to me like you weren’t happy about being discharged.” “No, sir, I wasn’t. I’d planned to retire from the Army twenty years from now. But it is what it is.” “I wasn’t either when it happened to me,” the program director confided. “I was in the Marines. And like you, I planned on being a career man. But small arms fire during Desert Storm altered my path.”

I stopped banging on the gate and clutched my chest with my left hand, placing the right one on the top, curling it tight as I took deeper breaths. I stopped when I noticed someone's eyes piercing through me. So I looked up and saw a man in a Black Mercedes. I could barely see his face with the shades he wore.

I'm a little confused by my own question, which the castle owner should be asking. “Are you the owner of this castle? How come I never saw your whereabouts? Why are all those curtains hanging wide all over the castle? Why is this castle so dark? Why is the room temperature here so humid?” I kept asking him without stopping, I saw him take the book out of his hands and look at me with a very cold gaze, his dark eyelids, the cold line of his face, his thick and firm eyebrows, his pointed nose, red lips and very pale skin. and his hair that slightly covered his handsome face made my heart beat really fast. The handsome man walked up to me, he covered my mouth with his cold finger when it touche