Puck Puckerman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"They don't have memories or scars. They have only the Equations of Victory." The Origin SixArchetypeThe Feral Counterpart EntropyThe Void-CenterElara (Absolute Zero) FusionThe Plasma-WingKael (Primal Fire) GravityThe AnchorZane (Tectonic Bond) VectorThe Dual-StrikersJax & Cole (Kinetic Pulse) LogicThe TacticianRhys (Data/Logic) The Puck of Destiny In the center of the dark-matter rink, a sphere of compressed neutronium materialized. It was the "Puck"—a dying star condensed into a three-foot shell. It emitted a gravitational pull so intense it warped the light around it.

Eva just looks at us and says, “We jump.” “Jump? This isn’t the Olympics. This is Cheese Puff, not a warhorse!” I protest. Cheese Puff clears the log like a champion. I nearly fall off and eat moss. Parker’s horse, Doom Bringer, grazes dramatically for ten minutes before even considering movement. “Majestic,” Eva deadpans as Parker scrambles to remount. Hours pass with more teasing, more chocolate theft, and more proof that Parker’s singing voice should be considered a violation of international law.

My phone buzzed and I pulled it out smiling when I saw the contact Pizza Boy I had no idea what came over me last night, when I saw the serviette with his name and number I couldn't help but send him a text and from there I found out he was only a year older than me, which was surprising since I expected him to be some hormonal teenager. No Instead his name was Liam and was working only part time for the extra cash to get him through law school, I guess everyone had an interesting story, all you had to do was listen to it. Morning Cheese-puffs, how's work? I scoffed at the nick name? Was that meant to be a pun? Even before I placed my phone done it buzzed again and I shook my head, I liked f

“Yeah that Riven. The hockey guy everyone knows from the team. And get this he is my new stepbrother. Our parents got into some kind of agreement and got married while I was too busy losing my damn virginity to even tell you guys about any of it.” The table went quiet for a second then all three of them started talking at once. Larkin slapped her hand on the table lightly and laughed. “No way. The Riven? Like the one with all the hype on the ice and that attitude? Your stepbrother now? Izzy how did you keep that quiet this whole time?”

Someone yells his name like it's a prayer. He skates to the bench. Doesn't sit. Just stands there at the boards. Helmet off. Hair wet. Sweat dripping down his neck. Then he turns one last time, and he looks up, holds it. The whole damn rink could disappear and it wouldn't matter. It's just that stare. Deep. Patient. Like he knows exactly what's happening in my chest right now. I hit send on the live update before the final buzzer. My fingers shaking. 'Carter's hat trick seals it, but the real show was the way he played like the puck owed him something. Selfish? Maybe. Effective? Undeniably.'

he said, chewing his gum a little loudly Looking down to my computer, I pretended as if I didn't remember him "your name sir?" "Forgotten my name already sugar?" He asked, giving me a toothless grin "it seems I didn't make quite the impression the other day, but it's okay, the name is Peter" Just for formality, I checked for his in the system "Mr. Peter_?" "Peter Washington"

" Welcome, Peter. " Peter is one of his earliest patrons his first client. He had helped him eliminate a business rival which had helped him launch his software business into the multimillion-dollar company it is today. The fifty-year-old man smiled widely at Percy before turning to the other members to drop his greeting. A few more faces appeared making the number up to Eleven on the screen. One of the last faces to join is the Duke and Duchess of Sussex.

I LOVED this guy. Isaac Zeltman looked like a two-bit accountant from the red light district with his wrinkled gray suit and dull shoes. One of the guys who spent their nights trying to balance the accounts of untraceable incomes of cash businesses. After all, those girls wouldn't have W2's or 401k plans. At any rate, he was not a two-bit accountant. He was, in fact, one of the best PBA attorneys in the department. "Goddamn Kelly," he said. "What the hell did you do to get called to the Pen in your condition?" I just shook my head and grimaced from the pain.

Parker’s pack was heavy on muscle. There was one more person there: the vampire, Charlie Fenwick. He’d been in the fight the other night, and Adam, the Kimball shaman, had shown me his picture before that so I’d know who he was. It was hard to believe he wielded any real power or authority; he looked like someone’s freckle-faced teenage kid, and the blue hoodie and jeans he was wearing didn’t help. And checkered high-top Converse, gods help us all. Dor moved to his side immediately, taking up a station at his shoulder and leaning casually against a tree.