Rdr2 Stranger Missions By Chapter Novels & Stories

as though it had never existed. Only one fragment remained. "...since the first chapter." The White Tree groaned. Its branches stretched toward the fractured sky, where rivers of forgotten worlds continued to gather. Then— Every candle went out. Again. Complete silence. No heartbeat. No wind. No voices. Only darkness. A single footstep echoed from beneath the staircase. One. Another. Then another. Someone... was climbing. The First Reader did not move. The Stranger slowly stepped in front of Adrian. "You cannot look into its eyes."

Distant shapes moving through the treeline. Wolves. Dozens of them. And at the front, a woman in crimson. Her red eyes glowed in the darkness. Ravenna. She'd brought an army. --- **End of Chapter 7**

Claimed by The Arrogant Alpha . Chapter 87: every right for revenge. . Three teams crept through the deserted streets with night as their cover. Dressed in black combat suits, they blended with the shadows, hopping under the covers of one building after the other. "Delta one speaking. We're at the intersection of 6th and 7th street. Hawk one, come in," Chanel’s voice buzzed through the comms. Hawk team was their eyes and ears in today's mission. "Updates on position."

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Just as I had thought, everything I had needed to get in Mission 003 was in here. Different pistols, revolvers, shotguns and other models I couldn't even remember were in the bag. Other weapons like daggers and grenades were in there too. Even security cameras and laser tripwires were in there. Technically, this stranger— Ryder— helped me complete my missions. And he didn't ask for anything. The same question rang in my head. Why? I eventually hit the road and drove back to the plant with questions that I might never get answers to. After parking the car in the building, I took the bag with me and went to the top floor of the building, a place I've never really explored since I came here.

Black earphones attached to his ears connected him to his co-workers across the street. "Target's out in 15 seconds." Aiora immediately pressed the trigger of her rifle when she saw her target leave the building. Dorr .. Aiora smiles lopsidedly seeing her target lying helpless with a gunshot wound to the head. "Mission complete." G.umam Aiora then clean up the equipment immediately leave from there.

“What do you mean?” “I need something strong.” Melissa dropped her handbag on the arm of the couch and made her way into the kitchen with her stained blazer. She dumped the blazer into the washing machine, then went in search of the strongest drink they had in the fridge. Shutting the door of the fridge, Melissa came face to face with Emily. She sighed. “I bumped into him.” “Who?” Emily frowned. “I don’t know. I don’t know his name. The stranger.” “What stranger? Of course, we just moved to this city, everyone is a stranger.”

Elise With the help of my phone navigator, I was able to get to the address without much hassle. However, the area was secluded to my liking. It was dark and quite. If someone murdered a person, no one will be able to tell. I tried not let the quiteness and darkness get to me as I furthered my way towards the shop with the 'Devine Automibe' written at the top. The transparent door was conciously locked that I almost thought the place is vacant until it was abruptly opened. An elderly man's face surfaces.

I knew I shouldn't be happy seeing a stripper especially now that I had a girlfriend, but I couldn't stop the happiness gathering in my stomach. I got into the club venue; as usual people were dancing and swaying to the beat. Unfortunately for me, my favourite stripper had just finished performing and a different set of strippers were occupying the stage. I sulked under my breath as I resolved to call Veronica to inform her that I was around already. I had informed her earlier that I was coming and she was very excited. She didn't pick her calls to my surprise and I tried again. I tried once more, yet the same thing. I wondered where she kept her phone. I scanned the hall for traces of her b

On how we prove, through consistent action, that we deserve the second chance neither of us has earned. As I follow her path back toward the compound, I catch sight of Ryleigh watching from the guest quarters window, her expression unreadable at this distance. Another complication in an already impossible situation. Another factor in the equation none of us knows how to solve. Tomorrow's mission suddenly seems straightforward by comparison—dangerous, yes, but with clear objectives and identifiable risks. Unlike the tangled mess of relationships and mate bonds I've helped create. One step at a time, I remind myself. The mission first. The Skinwalker threat. Pack safety.