Second Sons Game Mga Nobela at Kwento

They’re not even that young anymore. It was about to be noon and the two of them was currently in the middle of nowhere. The boat was still running and he don’t know how to figure it out after fiddling with the controls for a while. After starting it up, he thought he’ll less figured out the next but being overconfident could really led to failure. After busting his brain cells for a while, Byul eventually gave up. Why is the control panel so difficult to understand? In games, he would only pressed one or two and it would be fine. However, the game was like the total opposite of reality and all in all, he only knew how to start the engine and nothing else…

We need to rule San Diego, not Grayston. “Alright father, because everyone in San Diego is going to the launch party, I have no doubt that that little girl will go there.” The young man answered his father. “Yeah, I’m also going. Take your sister with you. And Carman, make sure you succeed in trapping Chris today. Make sure to tell him that you want your son and you want the two of you to work.” ~Third-person viewpoint~

At that I turned my head back toward him and bared my fangs, my own glowing in the process. “I wouldn’t think twice about turning you into the Elders.” I growled the words to make my point when all I wanted to say was Watch me. And do it without thinking a second about turning back. “We shall see when that time arises.” He mocked and dashed off into the darkness, leaving me alone in the forest, where the cabin was mere three feet away. I couldn’t wait until I had my chance to turn him in to the Elders that way I could properly appoint my next Second in Command. My fear, however, was Gabriel, finding out about this and killing the next in line. I pressed down my paranoia and headed back to th

Naomi froze and shifted her eyes away from her phone to stare at me intensely. “You actually did it, Claude? I was just joking.” Lloyd was really excited and kept sneaking glances at Naomi. The atmosphere in the room turned tense. Then, whispers rose around me. “Has Claude lost his mind?” “Who knows what’s on his mind?” “I think he’s trying to make Naomi angry, since Naomi is so close with Lloyd.” Once Lloyd saw that he had achieved his goal, he grinned and continued fanning the flames. “Claude, you should delete the message. Unless, of course, you really intend to woo Miss Clark?”

Dressed in a flawless, custom-tailored designer suit, I walked on stage, my arm tightly locked with Cleo's. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my absolute honor to introduce my older brother, Conrad Walker!" The entire venue erupted into utter chaos. "It really is Conrad! I thought his face was completely ruined? How the hell did he become so handsome?!" "Wait, isn't he Ms. Carter's husband? Since when did he become Ms. Parker's brother?!" "Oh my god, what are we going to do? He's a Parker, and we treated him like dirt before... Aren't we screwed?!"

Isaac's laptop sat on the desk, and its screen was still on, with chatting app open. I had no intention of checking his private messages, but the steady stream of notifications caught my eye. The group chat was titled "Lilith Fan Club". "Lilith's flight lands tomorrow. The day after, we'll use Mr. Cooper's birthday as an excuse to throw her a welcome party!" "The place is already set up. It's filled with Lilith's favorite white bellflowers. She'll definitely be moved to tears!" "Hey, what about Mrs. Cooper?" "We're throwing a welcome party for Lilith. What's there to worry about?"

Until I lost count and I was thoroughly drunk. The bartender raised an eyebrow after the fourth shot, but I just pushed my glass forward. “Rough day?” he asked. “You could say that,” I muttered. I didn’t know what I was doing here. I didn't know why I was so upset, why Jonathan’s words had cut so deep, why the image of him smiling at Lisa made me want to throw something. This was supposed to be a game. A plan to get revenge on Daniel by getting close to his father.

Rhett, the Alpha of the Red Claw pack, raised his glass toward him with a grin. “Blake, what’s wrong with you?” he said mockingly. “It’s been so long, and you still don’t have an heir? Do you need me to lend you a hand?” Hearing that, Sarah clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms. Before she could say anything, Blake slapped her hard, sending her crashing to the floor. She covered her face with teary eyes but didn’t dare speak. She could only look at Blake with a pitiful expression.

Relief flooded my chest. "Maverick!" I took one step forward. Jaden's arm shot out, stopping me. His expression was deadly serious. "Don't." I looked at him in confusion. "But that's—" "No." His grip tightened on his sword. His eyes never left the sealed door. "That..." he said quietly, "...isn't Alpha Maverick."