Richard Marcinko Ebooks Novels & Stories

I could practically hear Marina’s voice narrating it. “She really doesn’t quit,” I said, though I found myself smiling despite the initial annoyance. Richard chuckled, coming around to sit beside me. “You know what? This is perfect.” I raised an eyebrow. “Perfect?” “Yeah. It’s exactly what you needed to prove you’re over her nonsense,” he said, taking the book from me and flipping it open dramatically. “Because now you can look at this and laugh instead of letting it get to you.” I stared at him, then at the book, and back again. He had a point. Marina’s attempt to “help” was so over the top, it was almost funny.

Richard had simply nodded, too tired to respond, too wired to rest. Four hours later, dusk crept in. The study’s once-golden light had turned a dusky grey. Richard sat forward, elbows on the desk, a glass of whiskey untouched beside his hand. Then — a knock. Two short raps, steady, confident. “Come in,” Richard said, his voice flat but edged with warning. Marc stepped in, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, eyes gleaming with the kind of satisfaction that came only from results. He held a tablet in one hand, a file in the other.

You don't move on from the person who holds half your soul. Marcus found me when I was sixteen, after my parents died in another attack. He took me in, trained me, taught me how to control the wolf inside me, how to fight, how to survive in a world that wanted us dead or enslaved. He was a good mentor, patient and skilled. But he never understood my obsession with finding Ava. "She's gone, Roger," he'd tell me, over and over. "Her family went deep into hiding. Even if you found her, approaching her would put her in danger. The hunters are still looking for you both. Your connection makes you targets."

He stopped directly behind my high-backed chair, leaning down until his shadow completely enveloped me, his hot breath brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck. The micro-sparks of golden static electricity snapped aggressively between us, a sudden, fierce current rushing down our bond. "Marcus tells me you held your ground against the encryption plates," Richard murmured, his large, calloused hand reaching over my shoulder to pick up one of the iron keys scattered across the desk. His thumb traced the rough iron before his gaze dropped to my face, analyzing my features with that terrifying, calculated precision. "He said you commanded the vanguard like a queen who has worn a crown for

I keep away my books and scroll my cell to check the status of the company . As I was going through ,Marcus asked, "hey Richard ,what are you planning to do,tonight?"as he kept his book inside his bag. "thought of going to the company and stay there at night ...late night work ,why?"I asked ,still keeping my eyes on my cellphone. "actually my brother in law wants to meet you,he is the manager in the McCormick steel industry and want to discuss about the upcoming project ,if you are free tonight maybe for dinner" he stated

Zoriven’s POV I stared down into the wooden box, my breath trapping tight in my chest. The white silk, beautiful as I could remember, the best milky silk money can get, but now, ruined in the worst possible way. A huge, jagged piece of it was soaked through with bright red blood, the stains still dripping wet, turning the fabric heavy and dark. It was the exact dress Martha had been working on for days, the dress that was supposed to be a secret, only to be seen on the wedding day.

“Louder this time. The walls listen.” I swallowed. “Our bodies are vessels,” I recited, voice obedient, familiar words scraping my throat. “Our blood is borrowed. Our breaths are offerings. We are the chosen keepers of the Mark, the last gate between this world and the hunger beneath it.” “And the Mark?” she prompted. The skin on my left shoulder prickled as if it heard her. “The Mark is not a curse,” I said. “The Mark is the seal.” Mother Elara’s gaze softened, but not with affection. With reverence. With fear.

Colin comes in, a wave of surprise hits me, but before I can say anything, Shawn follows him in. “You're here already, Eva.” Colin said, acknowledging me, a wide smile on his lips. “Not too long ago.” I replied, returning the smile. I sneak a glance at Shawn. He watched me like a hawk. Like he knew what I'd been doing. My eyes slowly stray to the big book, just to be sure I had actually closed it. The golden back rested heavily on the rest of the book, “The Codex Luporum” deeply engraved on it, you could pour water in it, and it'll sit comfortably.

Explaining the situation that had transpired. Asked to take a seat, the only open one was next to Nikolias. So she sat there next to him. Smiling to himself, Nikolias pushed his book towards her. She had yet to get one, so it was only wise for him to share at this time. “Mr. Wickman is strict, but you’ll be okay. The office has the AP Science books, we will get you one at lunch.” He whispered lightly, only loud enough for her to hear. Nodding the girl smiled gently.

Hell, all I could think right now was the way his skin had felt and the way his mouth had tasted. I was hungry. Starving for Tohr, for my mate. -Mara-. My name echoed through my head almost painfully. And it certainly wasn't Tohr's voice that did it. I jerked my head up from the book that Nerrian had been translating to help me learn their history and their language. -Sorry! - I responded back, burying my thoughts deep.