Novel & Cerita Ratchet X Clank

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

He chuckled and said, “Beautiful, I already told you that I’m a thief. I accidentally entered the wrong door.” Hehe. Rachel sneered and said, “Do you think I’d believe you? What’s that?” While saying that, Rachel stared at an oddly-shaped metal object in Rick’s hand. Rick chuckled as he held this thing and said, “This one? Look, when you press the button over here, it’ll release white mist. If you don't take the antidote beforehand, the average person who inhales this mist will be unconscious within a few seconds and the effects will last for an hour.”

Raven was groaning with his back arched, gripping his right thigh. "Raven! What’s wrong?" Gia rushed to the bed without thinking. "It hurts like hell!" Raven shouted, his eyes staring aimlessly. "Wait, wait... I can't see! Why is this room so dark?!" Such a large room shouldn’t only have a dim bedside lamp. *CLAP!* Raven clapped his hands once, and the lights turned on brightly. The room's switch could be activated by a clap. Gia quickly released her grip on Raven's thigh due to the sudden brightness, and her fingers began examining the right thigh.

That unsaid threat has my throat closing up. Finally reaching the gazebo, I lock eyes with Gideon and Nox before shifting my gaze to Tariq who’s badly beaten and barely able to stand on his own feet. Cato hums with anger, a growl grumbles from his closed mouth and his fists clench so tightly that his knuckles crack.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR Rick's Bedroom, The Clark Residence, Klimt RD, Fallon Creek, Michigan. An angry expression filed across the handsome face of one Rick Channon as he rather unceremoniously set about fisting his nearly freakish and highly aroused cock in the wake of his trip down memory lane following his morning awakening. He lingered in bed, amid tossed about sheets and pillows as he pulled and tugged along his cock via a very angry hand with visions of Casey Peterson riding him and the series of moans that filled his ears as a result of it. Rick had not known why he'd been expressly interested in the likes of Casey, given that he was clea

I squeezed until he started beating his fist against my forearm, and I felt it again. I felt Rae’s hands fisting my leather jacket. “We need to get the fuck out of here. Cut the shit, Clint!” When I felt her hands fall away from me, I heard her yelp. “Get the fuck out of my way, bitch.” My hand dropped the guy’s neck as I slowly turned around. I vibrated with fury as I came into contact with the jock I had just kicked to the fucking ground. Rae lay there, gasping for air as she tried to roll over onto her stomach. And as my eyes slowly lifted to the jock that was standing beside her, he tossed me a wild grin.

Asa’s jaw tightened at the thought of him. A soft knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Asa didn’t move. “Come in,” he said, his voice low, the words carrying a quiet authority. The door creaked open, and Jax stepped inside. He hesitated near the threshold, his gaze flickering nervously to Asa before quickly dropping to the floor. The younger wolf’s unease was almost palpable, the faint tremor in his stance betraying his anxiety. Asa didn’t need to look at him to feel the nervous energy rolling off him in waves.

Raffaele glares at Jaques and fists his collar and pushes him to the other wall. "Listen you piece of shit. You have seen me kill people like cockroaches. I have done it before and I'll do it again. I warn you to stay away from me and Penny. And obey like a little good boy who doesn't want to die or attend his lovely mother's funeral. Understand?" Says Raffaele and Jaques nods. Jaques had been threatened all his childhood by Raffaele to disobey. Raffaele had left a print of his terror in Jaques mind which no therapist could ever erase. No matter how old he got, Raffaele's presence always brought back memories of his scaring Jaques.

The Friction of the Unwritten *00:00:45. "We have to break the tension," Ethan gasped, his breath rattling in his chest as he leaned his forehead against mine. The heat radiating from his temple was terrifying, the scent of burning insulation thick in the enclosed space. "Grace... the ring. The tungsten ring on the clone’s hand outside... it didn't work because it was code. It worked because it was friction. It was the part we ground down." I looked at the blackened tungsten band on my own finger—the one with the ground-off heart. It wasn't a master key. It was a scar.

We were surprised when Zach suddenly strangled Raven. "Zach! What do you think you're doing?!" We shouted. "Don't. Just stay right there!" Zach said. Raven quickly raised her foot to kick Zach and did a back flip so Zach fell. Raven quickly attacked Zach with her kunai out of nowhere. Fortunately, Zach was able to avoid it immediately. "What's going on?!" I asked confused. "That bitch is not the real Raven! She's just a clone! Damn it!" Zach said annoyed. "What?! Then where's the real Raven?!" Lia asked in shock.