Predator Arnold Schwarzenegger 소설 & 이야기

It had seen the other four who stood back and watched because they couldn’t provide any help, but it hadn’t seen this person. “Wandering Cheetah?” Just like the Pseudo Legendary Class Magical Beast, the four Tigers who were too late to do anything were stunned by the new addition. Next to Arthur was the figure who arrived just in the nick of time to pull Arthur out of danger. The newcomer was a Predator. He was handsome and well-built, and his dark skin was peculiar in this place where only light skinned people could be found; but that was about the best one could say of him. He was a Cheetah, but he wasn’t the fastest, so no one really paid any attention to him. Added to the fact that he wa

positions, but the helicopter was already descending in a flurry of wreckage. The side doors sprang open, and a dozen armed individuals descended to the ground, their military gear stripped of all national identification or affiliations. They spread out in a perfect tactical formation, taking up over-watch positions as their apparent leader approached with two other soldiers. Their weapons readied but pointed to the ground in an obvious gesture of neutrality. Arnold instantly angled his body in front of Alice, adrenaline surging and muscles stiff for further violence. The tall figure removed his helmet, revealing a rugged face with deep creases and a broad scar that traced the curve of his

But the predators didn’t seem to notice, their attention still locked on him. The seconds stretched, thick and suffocating. Ari’s breath came in shallow gasps. His fingers dug into the wall, nails scratching the peeling paint. The cruelest predator reached out again, this time grabbing Ari’s wrist with a grip that burned like fire. “Relax, bunny,” he sneered. “This isn’t so bad. You might even like it.” Ari’s eyes stung with unshed tears, but he refused to let them fall. He clenched his teeth, searching for any escape, any weakness in his captors.

I got to read the fear of those wolves —through the fake story they orchestrated to hide the real truth behind Federico's death— and to witness my lovely Queen rise to fame, in just one day. This is a sign from the heavens. We are dominating those bastards day after day. They'll be outnumbered in no time. "I wish I could see Woods's face right now. The mystery must be eating him up." "They should all get ready to welcome the new boss," Arnold said, letting out a smile. He was standing next to one of the tech workers, who was busy working on an assignment I gave to him not quite long. The latter had his fingers tapping the keys with speed, staying all focused with his work.

I asked, looking around warily for a moment, still feeling a bit unsure. “It won’t.” Cassian said confidently. “I’m still the apex predator here after all.” He said with a smug smile. “And a prey never runs back to its predator.” I couldn’t help but smile at his words.I must be one hell of a crazy prey then. Cassian pulled me into his arms to hug me. I fell in love with my predator. The End.

Moon closed his eyes to block the tears in his eyes from falling. "Kurgi and I were hunted for a couple hundred years before meeting up with Anatashi and her pack. She invited us in with arms wide open. We stayed and life settled down for us. Not too long after, at least for us, maybe a couple centuries later, we started hearing rumors of another wolf foolishly challenging Nature. The Dark Alpha of Sakura," he looked Rex dead in the eyes, not allowing him to look away, he continued speaking,

I lean on my desk, “I’m sure, Mom. I get this tingly feeling everytime she’s close to me. My wolf stirs up in her presence. Her scent is magnificent.” “No no no no. This can’t be happening. Not to you.” She stands up, pacing up and down my office. “What do you mean by that?” “Arthur, you cannot have a human mate. It’s not possible. I prayed to the moon goddess, everyday, to spare you from this heartbreaking bond.” Tori bursts out. I know why she’s saying this. “Do you not believe I’m good for her?” I ask her. “No, Arthur. You are not good for her.” She shouts at me.

I walked out alone. There were three people waiting for me out there. Antonio Falcone, the heir to the rival family, was smiling like he meant every lie. Markus Taini, the "Consigliere" who poisoned me, was smug with confidence. Caterina Rossi, Leonardo's mother, was shooting daggers at me with her eyes. "What a shame, Vittoria," Antonio said, sliding a refrigerated briefcase toward me. "The antidote's inside. Sign the transfer papers, and you might live another year."

No, I was the overachieving eighteen-year-old trying to pull off being the personal assistant to one of the biggest dickheads in the history of dickheads. My dad truly did have everything planned out for the day of my interview. He paid every person attending to leave, which left me as the only option to be chosen. Gunnar wasn't all too happy with that. My interview went to shit as well. It was one thing practicing in front of my father and a completely different thing when in front of Gunnar Astor. He wasn't only a brooding, arrogant, billionaire CEO but he was also handsome to the point he could probably be a God.

I shrink back as Arnold confronts him. “Why are you here, and what do you want?” The figure laughs, his eyes glinting. “I would expect someone like you, Arnold, to understand why I'm here.” Arnold snarls in response. “So, why didn't you just kill us?” The mysterious figure smirked. “Now, why would I want to kill my mate's parents?” Our eyes widen, and Arnold and I exchange a shocked glance. Arnold snarls, “That's impossible. That's not supposed to happen until 18 years later.”