Rose And Peter Night Agent 소설 & 이야기

The guy nodded at Taya with a weird smile on his face and intendedly touched Taya's hand when she served the glass his way. Taya instantly pulled her hand off of his touch and stepped back. "What? You aren't single?" The guy's naughty eyes gazed at Taya frame from top to toe and then whistled annoyingly. His eyes carried lust for Taya's body that scared Taya to the core. She threw a glance to Tony who approached Taya and stood next to her. "What's your problem, man?" Asked Tony. He was in full anticipation but Tony was way skinnier and less powerful than the guy. Well, at least Taya wasn't alone.

I pulled two punches towards her face, knocking three of her teeth out and the next time I moved my legs a sharp pain resonated and I crashed to the floor. "What the hell-" I turned to find a white wolf, teeth deep into my legs. I recognized those eyes. Who wouldn't? They belonged to my boyfriend. The white night of Grimsborrow. Theodore Roosely. Seeing Theo here I knew in my heart he wasn't under any spell and he wasn't here to save me. My mother took this opportunity to strike me hard across the face. Everything went dark. When I came too, it felt like a ton of bricks had hit me.

The answer that kept the treaty intact, kept the quiet that had held for two decades, kept every alpha from my father sitting in the reserve to the Supreme at Highcliff Hold operating under the assumption that the arrangement still meant what it was supposed to mean. Document and report. That was the job. That had always been the job. "Give me three more days," I said. "Argent." "Three days." I turned from the window. The map was still spread on the cot, the coordinates marked, the pattern visible to anyone who looked at it with the right question already in their head. "I follow the movement north, identify the fixed point they keep returning to, confirm the target, and I come back with som

‘Nara, quick the rope’ a guy standing near Alfred bed shouted at a girl who was trying to untangle the rope. ‘I’ll soon be done Chevy’ the girl said fully concentrating on what she was doing. Chevy held Alfred hands. ‘You can do this Alfred you can get through this like you did last time’ Chevy said trying to lift up Alfred spirit. ‘Tie me…quickly’ Alfred managed to spit out as his eyes changed to the dark cat eyes. ‘Am done’ the Nara said. Chevy stood up, closed his eyes and began to chant some spells (he’s a witch).

“I fought my body. It sounds crazy but that’s exactly what I did. My body wanted to obey his command so I had to force it to listen to me instead. My attacker was surprised by this and when I told him to leave me alone, he listened.” Now that I hear myself say the whole story out loud it sounds more than crazy. I sound like I should be checked into a mental hospital. “Rose…” I look at Paul when he trails off. The words appear stuck in his throat for a second but then he looks me in the eye and says, “That man was a vampire.”

The thought made her lips curve faintly as the city lights streaked past. By the time they reached Glassrose Manor, the sun had started to dip below the skyline. Rose went upstairs to change, shedding the layers of disguise she had worn earlier. When she came back down, Luthor was already waiting, checking his watch. Paige appeared from the hallway, carrying a package. “Miss Rose,” she said, handing it to her. “Mr. William called earlier — he wanted to know where you were.” Rose blinked, then cursed softly under her breath. She grabbed Luthor’s wrist to glance at his watch. “Damn, we’re late,” she muttered.

"I told you it can be powerful, Ethan." Fvck. Peter approaches me until he’s staring down at me. “You’re not supposed to kill Rolan. That's not what the Boss wants yet." “I-Igor put you up to this?” I croak, barely able to keep my eyes open. Peter yanks the rifle from my hand as quickly as taking candy from a baby. "Boss said I'm to keep you on track, and that's what I've been doing all along. I'm the one who pushed Rose after she overheard your plan."

Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable. They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator. He smiled at her like he knew everything. Including why she was here. She avoided him for the rest of the day. But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something. A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders. Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s. One name was underlined in red. "Project 5B : Initiated by A.D." She blinked. Her breath caught.

What had seemed such a spectacular opportunity for revenge, had petered out like a damp firework. “The man you asked to watch your wife?” “And who is the man?” he asked in a quiet, clear voice. Rose felt herself sag a little from her knees and down. She wanted this to be over. He has won, can’t he just go? “Alec Barely. Springfield Investigators.” She turned into her apartment, but Rico held her hand. Surprised to find warmth in his touch, she turned sharply to him. She looked into his humble eyes that inspired trust. “Rose, not that you would believe me, I had no hand in the death of Pascal,” he said, released her hand, and walked down the corridor to the elevator.

He wa​s already reaching fo⁠r his mobile⁠, th⁠umbs po‌ised over⁠ th​e sc‍reen. ⁠"They found a signi‌f​ica‌nt anomaly," James continued, his t‍one dropp‌ing into a confide​n‌tia‍l regi⁠ster‌.⁠ "Your driver, P⁠eter. His entire profil‌e, employme‌nt history, references, cert‍ifications, it's a profes‍s⁠ional-g‌rade fabrication. The kind onl‍y a h‍andful of firms can produce. He's a cont‌ract ag​ent for a bou‍tique f​i​rm called Aegis Group. Th‌ey don't advertise. Th‍ey‌'re corpora⁠te spies, E‌lar​a. The r​eal thing." ‌