روايات وقصص ضمن Ride Or Die: The President’s Regret

“Then this ends now.” The room stayed quiet, one of the men lowered his voice. “Sir, if we attack Don Great directly, he may strike back harder.” “He already is,” the president replied. The president stood up slowly and walked toward the large screen. He stared at the map for a long moment. “People are dying because we waited too long,” he said quietly. No one spoke. “Children are losing their parents. Families are afraid to leave their homes. Every day this man grows stronger.” He turned around to face the room. “That ends now.” he said.

he said. The president smiled. He leaned back with the confidence of someone who believed they were about to deliver something decisive. "Why am I telling you this? Because this is exactly why I have been saying from the beginning that you should join me. Return to the society. Marcus Grey is trying to dismantle you using a project that your own father was killed for refusing to be part of. Think about that." Dimitri looked at him. Then he laughed. It came out properly. Long enough that his eyes watered slightly at the corners. He pressed his fingers against his mouth and let it run its course while the president sat across from him with an expression that moved from satisfaction to confusio

His bloodshot eyes grew even redder, filled with sorrow and disbelief. “Kate! Look at me! You’re saying you don’t recognize me? I’m Max, your husband!” He pulled out a flower-shaped ring and tried to slip it onto my finger. “This is the wedding ring I designed for you. You promised you'd never take it off. I know I messed up before. I regret it all, Kate. Please come home with me. I swear, I’ll help you remember everything. Everything we had before…” His voice cracked with desperation. His regret felt real, and his eyes brimmed with raw emotion. However, I just stared at him—cold, distant, and completely wary.

Because that fate for a whore was worse than death. “Go check on Grace, please?” Prez asked, and despite adding the ‘please’ at the end, I had a feeling that was a command more than a suggestion. “You sure?” she asked--- making me almost choke on my own spit. Did the woman have a death wish?! Defying the president?! But yet again, I was surprised when Prez only nodded his head and moved to actually help her out of the chair. Well, I guess this day was just full of surprises...!

he roared, the words thick with raw emotion. The tragic death of his daughter Aline had devastated him. Ironically, he had denied her Secret Service protection out of respect for her wishes to engage in something illegal, a decision he now bitterly regretted. "I swear, everyone involved will pay," he bellowed, his tone dripping with vehemence. In a fit of desperation, he threw a paper across his desk, his demeanor mirroring that of someone lost in a terrifying episode of unbridled madness. At that moment, there was a tentative knock on the door. It was probably the President's trusted confidant or advisor.

President Kregar, while cursing, scanned the room. "Him!" Brutus pointed at Kiran's back. President Kregar had already locked onto Kiran through the eyes of others. "Damn! Kill him!" Without asking further, President Kregar ordered. The man standing in the middle, looking at Kiran sitting with his back to them, suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, his gaze fixed, not shifting. "Another bunch of nobodies. What a waste of time." Kiran, without turning, spoke, his voice dripping with impatience and disdain. The man in the middle felt as if his acupoint had been struck.

The glorious was an irony. All three of them crashed heavily with their knees on the ground, staining it with their blood and sweat and I stared between with a mixture of emotions. — Anger, disappointment, and readiness. I raised my hand and the hall went silent at once. I brought my hand back down to realize there was one sound that hadn’t gone quiet. The sound of Ralph growling. I smiled again. “I don’t regret anything! I want you to know this Isla!” Ralph bawled, struggling against the chains that were retraining him. “You deserve to die!”

Others around stood to reach him. Griffin sent a punch to Diego's face, which he didn't bother to dodge. "You fucking asshole! Did you bribe him?!" he yelled. A slap landed on Griffin's face. He slowly looked up and saw Old Mavis glaring at him. "Such a fool!" he roared. Facing Diego, who stood and wiped his blood. "Congratulations, Diego. You'll become the president," he declared. ___ The celebration was short. Diego didn't smile, not even once. He hated what was going on, but he had no choice. Griffin was becoming a monster each day.

“It doesn’t win elections. It doesn’t stop wars or keep the markets from collapsing. The truth tears everything down.” “And lies?” Lorenzo’s tone was razor-edged. “They hold nothing together, Mr. President. They just rot from the inside.” I turned away from him, pacing. “You think I haven’t sacrificed enough? You think I wanted this? Every decision I made was for this country. Every secret I buried was to keep the world from burning.” Lorenzo stepped forward, his voice low. “You buried more than secrets. You buried people. And sooner or later, the ground gives way.”

“What do we do, Mr. President?” Jay tightened his jaw. “I want them dead, then fed to the sharks.” Grayson sucked in a cold breath! The gears in his brain began to churn. ‘The president and missus were childhood lovers. Despite having experienced death and loss, the president has loved and hated the missus, yet this entanglement seems never-ending.