Ronald Rump Mga Nobela at Kwento

I am Ronald, the man replied in a tone that was soft yet echoed coldly. Lead Architect of Core Prime, and the curator of the feelingless world we are about to enter. Riska stared at the man, her body trembling violently, her hand holding the tactical tablet slowly lowering. Ronald... You are the Director of the Global Nutrition Project who was reported missing ten years ago, Riska whispered, her eyes wide. Ronald turned toward Riska, his gaze implying a hint of disappointment. Ah, Riska. My most talented student, Ronald said, exhaling a short breath as white vapor escaped his lips.

"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.

Rumi smirked, his lips curling into a grin. In his office, he revisited the documents Andromeda had specifically given him two days ago. Having worked for years as a professional private detective, Rumi felt confident in choosing Andromeda for help. The proof was evident—his longtime friend had promptly delivered exactly what he asked for. In just 48 hours, Andromeda had gathered comprehensive information. "His name is Rapael Ashborne." At that moment, Andromeda and Rumi made plans to meet. They discussed the issues surrounding the person Rumi had asked to investigate.

com (with just 1 'n') xoxo, Ronnie

I asked anxiously. “Yes, who is he?” Caleb insisted. “Thompson Ronald is one of my board of directors.” Slamming my fist on the table. “Babe, this is serious. Thompson of all people.” Rosa pondered.

Sam frowned suspiciously and said,"What are you gonna talk about?!" "Just listen....and then, if you guess right maybe you will have some answers",said Ronald, laying back in his chair, comfortably. Sam said nothing. "So",began Ronald," Thirteen years ago.... I was working on this project, it was a gas, that would people forget everything, their names, families, everything, and they only had the memories we implanted and their minds. They would have no memories of the past-self all the would remember would be what I want them to remember....And then, one day, I wanted to ....umm....test the gas on someone, I found a twelve year old poor boy. His name was Benjamin Bruce. He was a nice lad, hi