Novel & Cerita Ravi Ross

Is this his way of trying to make me relax? Nah. He doesn’t care that much. “Roland.” “Yes?” he responds, eyes still fixed on the laminated menu in his hands. “Did you—or your driver—perhaps make a wrong turn?” My tone is light, but my patience is low. “Why?” “I don’t know this place…” I trail off, struggling to finish the thought without sounding rude. “Well, it doesn’t seem like you—” He chuckles softly. “Hmm, really?” He signals one of the servers over. “We’ll have today’s rice special, the roast chicken, and—” He looks up at me. “Drink?”

“And more specifically, what the Hell's going on? What the hell did they do? Or is it one?” “Rogues. They've been roaming around too close, looking, searching, as if waiting for something to happen.” Alessandro replied, quick and clipped. “Two sightings near the east perimeter. Patrol brought one down, the other escaped. The body’s in the courtyard. It’s… not clean. I don't know how to explain it better than this.” “Not clean?” I asked, trying to process what he was saying. “I believe that the best way to it would be through words. You know, you can use your mouth to speak.”

“I, Zoe Brina Vlk, alpha of the Moon Goddess pack, reject you, Tomas Singh, as my mate.” And everything went dark.

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

I groaned a bit but didn't give them the pleasure of hearing me cry out in pain. I smiled at them, " that was powerful" I say, " your name is Clover Doharty, correct?" He asked. I frowned, "wha-""technology has improved" he simply said. " If you already knew, then why?" I ask, he smirked " it's fun watching rogues suffer" he said " wow! That's not sadistic" I muttered with an eye roll.

His voice was stern, cutting through the air with an accusing tone. Confusion clouded my mind. "Who are you talking about?" I asked, hoping to clarify the situation, but he seemed to ignore my question. "You might be in the wrong room, sir," I said calmly, trying to maintain composure despite the tension in the air. "Harvey Knight, Aria is my daughter. I am Rocco Marino," he declared, his words hitting me like a thunderbolt. Rocco Marino—the notorious mafia boss and one of the wealthiest CEOs in the business world. His nickname, "The Rock," resonated with fear and respect in the underworld.

He nods, causing the additional pair of reading glasses he wears to clink underneath his protective ones. "This is my new personal assistant, Hannah Lockwood." Damien skips the small talk, motioning his hand between us. "Hannah, this is Ross, the head of our computer engineering department at Innovex." Ross. I keep my face straight, batting down the grin wanting to surface. That's who Sofia told me about at lunch. Her crush. I inspect him. He's short and thin, not at all Sofia's normal type. But as he stretches his hand to me, there’s an unmistakable confidence about him.

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.

He began to walk toward me and after pulling back the chair right beside me, he sat down and turned to me and I hiccuped in reaction to his stare just as Fernandez stood up and bowed his head to him. “Good morning boss” he greeted and Mr Rover waved him off in response. “Have a seat, Fernandez” he replied and Fernandez sat down immediately. “Um, g…good morning, Mr Rover” I greeted and he shook his head. “It's Michael Rover. Just call me Michael, alright?” He told me and I gulped again because I couldn't see myself calling him so informally. Not when he scared me so much. “So today, you're going to act as my girlfriend because you're going to meet my father. Okay?” he said and I blinked so ma

He quickly shuffles back to the fridge, where he puts it under lock and key. “My apologies,” he staggers, moving back toward his workbench, putting some distance between him and us. “These were the files I was given on the rogues. You can go through them and see if you notice anything I missed.” He passes two manilla folders to us, one named *Rogue one, Sex: male, Age: 32* and the second *Rogue two, Sex: male, Age: 26*. “There are more, but these are the recent ones and with the most information.”