Reiner Snk Novels & Stories

Andrius headed to Noir’s garage. “Wolf King!” A strong man came out and knelt in front of Andrius, looking excited. “I’ve finally found you!” He was the old friend that Noir mentioned. Noir chuckled. “Surprised?” “Quite.” Andrius smiled when he saw the man. The man was a high-ranking officer of the Western Frontline, Andrius’ right-hand man, Severus Sano, nicknamed the Serpent.

Thus, he can’t help but feel angry again, as he now added something to make Sheinna overthink. “Don’t overthink.” Reiner finally spoke as his expression turned cold while he looked at ‘her’. “I just did this out of pure instinct. After all, you are still a classmate… and his relative.” He explained before he went back to his seat. His expression is gloomy.

One of them was an old lady who was wearing glasses. "Yes sir?" the brunette girl answered. A new boy came in. "Beta," he said as he knelt on one knee to the blonde man. "You sent for me sir?" "Yes, I did." Beta Calian smirked at the brunette girl. "Rina darling, you will fight with Reiner over here. If you win, you can stay here for as long as you want."

Anton asked in a whisper. Sabatine exchanged a look with Leon. "Rico," Leon said. "Rico Nadir. He was in Sabatine's old unit. He does private security consultancy in Marseilles now. Clean record. Hated how Sabatine was hung out to dry. And more importantly," Leon glanced at Sabatine, "he owes you. For Kosovo."

His brows arched a bit before he gave me a curt nod. On the count of three, we both charged at each other. As expected, he tackled me to the ground and I rolled over him. He tried to launch a blow at my rib but I dodged him. I pushed him off me and he slowly rose to his feet, anger simmering beneath his gaze. He was the warrior that had always been since Alec’s father's reign. This man, Rein, was the security that this pack needed. Was it the computer hack or the fighting ability, he possessed it.

Kimberly said as she proceeded to the elevator. Kimberly got out of the elevator and made her way through the passage to room thirty six. She opened the door with the key given to her, entered the room and locked it behind her. She then opened her traveling bag, and assembled the M40 sniper parts together, which she previously dismantled to fit into the bag. After that, she removed the wig and sunglasses, then proceeded to the window with the gun and waited for Vladimir to arrive. Her reconnaissance of the casino these past few days had made her become acquainted with the Russian cartel boss’ schedule. He always visited the place around 10 am and 9 pm every day, of which he spends about tw

I gushed a little too excitedly. "German Shepherd and he named him Slash," I heard him chuckling to himself, "he thought it was badass name according to him but it's actually one of his hacker terms." So I learned something new. Their eighteen-year-old brother was probably a hacker or something along the lines of one. Ace seemed to be into something more dangerous and deadly and Gunnar seemed to be into the business side of things. He seemed like the type to initiate meetings. But it was all one business. The question remained, what was said business?

“Then we can breach the warehouse through these four entrances simultaneously and take the target out. The building has four floors and it’s safe to assume that Nicolas Ramirov will be on the fourth floor, in the middle somewhere, he won’t go near the windows. We’ll clear the building, floor by floor. It’s also safe to assume that he will have at least ten other men in that building with him.” “Weapons?” Lynda asked her. “I think the SAKO TRG will do the trick for everyone,” Nicole said and I glanced over at Nick. His hand was covering his mouth. “Nick, you don’t agree?” Lynda asked him and Nicole glanced over at him. “The SAKO? Are you serious? Have you ever done a job like this one before?

Tina and told her to buy it on her way here. Winky face. Eren. And then at the end of the note, he has drawn a pair of nipple. A mix of emotions is climbing up my throat. I feel happy. I feel shy. I feel giddy. I want to smile. I want to laugh. I want to dance. That guy is unbelievable. Insane. Comic. And above all. Sweet. Now I'm sure. Eren is trying to bring back to surface our friendship which has drowned since so many years.

Even the quiet hum of the old ceiling fan overhead seemed to fade out. “Alright,” he said, voice smooth, almost too casual. “Time to stop messing around.” I tensed. “My name is Rein,” he continued, eyes flicking between me and Christian with deliberate slowness. “I’m a 'nkt your typical werewolf, as you'd like to tag me," he said this glancing at me. " Seven hundred years old. Been living in Nevada for the past two decades, keeping a low profile.”