Rose And Peter Night Agent Mga Nobela at Kwento

I slowed, my wolf instincts on high alert, until I recognized the figure waiting for me. Ethan. His towering frame was outlined by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the canopy. His blue eyes caught the light, filled with a mixture of relief and worry as they locked onto me. He stepped forward, his voice cutting through the night. “Rose. Where the hell have you been?”

"The little artist who started it all. It’s a shame, really. All that beauty wasted on a man who’s about to spend the rest of his life in a concrete box. Come down, my dear. The Rinaldi empire is dead. You don't owe this savage anything anymore." "She doesn't move a fucking inch," I hissed down at him. Before Lawrence could answer, I reached out and grabbed Rodah by the waist. My grip was rough. I yanked her body backward, slamming her back flush against the hard metal of my tactical vest. She let out a sharp, breathless gasp as my fingers dug into her hip, her bare thighs brushing against my uniform. The federal agents tensed, their rifles rising an inch higher, but I didn't care. In front

"Anyway, off topic. Were you able to meet St. Peter's agent?" "Which St. Peter's agent are you talking about? You are so lame…" I knew she was referring to Agent July. Saint Peter's is one of the private agencies offering burial services. She just shrugged while Haruka slapped her on the arm. "Don't call July Baby a St. Peter's agent. You are just envious because July Baby looks like the younger version of Angelina Jolie..." Haruka muttered and Sofia stroked her arm, which was wincing right now, probably because of Haruka's strong beating earlier.