Sinister West Greene Mga Nobela at Kwento

After all, it wasn't his business. Grayson walked into his office, his steps steady and quiet. Rick followed behind, holding his tablet close to his chest. The room smelled like leather and faint cologne, the large windows letting in soft morning light. Grayson sat down in his black chair, adjusting his sleeves. His sharp eyes flicked to Rick, who stood still, waiting. "You can go," Grayson said, voice low and firm. Rick nodded and quickly left, shutting the door behind him without a sound. The door opened again a moment later. A woman stepped inside, her heels clicking against the floor. She wore a green dress that hugged her figure, her dark hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders.

"I-it's Mr. Walker's. I-I thought you couldn't have children… I just wanted someone to rely on…" "You b*tch!" Keith slammed his fist into the wall. The bones in his hand cracked instantly, blood dripping down his knuckles. He threw Caroline to the ground like she was nothing but trash, then called the police. Fraud! Extortion! He was going to make her return everything she had taken with interest. When he got home, he told his mother everything. She froze for a few seconds before her face twisted. "No… No… My grandson… My grandson…" she muttered to herself.

"You think a crown makes you untouchable? You’re still the same wolfless brat I kicked into the dirt!" Gregory Cain stood on the crumbling limestone of the East Wing, his boots grinding the debris of his own legacy into dust. His eyes were webs of broken red vessels. Sweat slicked his bald scalp. In his right hand, he clutched a heavy, military-grade detonator, his thumb white-knuckled over the safety toggle. Thick black wires snaked from his feet, disappearing into the vents of the ancient Silver Moon vaults below.

“Look at me.” I did. And suddenly, the crowd melted away. Lady Sinclair was waiting near the grand staircase, her face a mask of elegance and control. But I caught it—the flicker of disbelief, the flash of fury—when she saw me on Vincent’s arm. And she wasn’t the only one. Across the room, Chairman Gregory Westin, Lisa’s father and head of the powerful Westin Group, froze mid-conversation. His expression hardened instantly, a storm gathering in his sharp eyes. Lisa, at his side in a crimson gown, paled before her face contorted into rage.

"That is where the Grenade part comes in. And trust me this are not ordinary Grenades. It contains silver dust. Hence once it explodes, any werewolf who inhales around it's surrounding will become temporarily weak. Giving us the upper hand." I frowned. "Hold on a minute, where do you plan on finding this weapons?" He giggled. "I've been planning Greenville's defeat for years now. You think I wasn't prepared?" I smiled before returning my gaze to the west region. "Why can't we take the west?" I asked. "Although it basically has no security but it's dangerous. There's a valley separating Greenville from other territories. Although it's the fastest way to get to the Pack house. It's impossible

Alita asked setting down on the couch close to her. "I am listening" Laura replied with arched eyebrows. "We have the perfect way for that. All we need is your submission"....... Haven Security Coven "There was an unfamiliar aura located in Haven few hours ago" Kyle said. "Negative or positive" Mr Deli the Haven's sheriff asked. "Negative sir" "Any investigations done" "No sir" "What" Mr Deli shouted slamming the desk in front of him which resulted in its separation. "Why haven't you investigated?" He asked with an angry voice.

My heart sinks into my stomach. My brain spirals. This wickedness cannot be happening to me. Westville greenhouse, popularly known in the entire school as the 'Green Den', is a horror of climbing weeds and twisting thorns. It is as old as the school itself, with a landmass spanning over three acres of land. Weeding it and taking care of it alone will take a huge toil on me. It will drain me. It will literally drive me mad. The school labourers don't work there often, so Principal Salazar believes it is the perfect punishment for the erratic girl who had the guts to fight and inflict injuries on her fellow students.

His eyes sparkled in a shady way and he stared at me while trudging closer to me. “Do you know who you are dealing with? Do you have any idea” With his every word, I felt smaller than a particle. So small that it became hard to even breathe properly. “It’s Nikola… Alessandro… Bernardi if you’re forgetting,” He bent to my face, sucking my ability to argue back, “And if you really did, I know how I can remind you,” He stepped into my personal space and I felt suffocated already my heart nearly reached to its highest beating rate. “I can molest you right here… right now… and this time I would need no drugs to sedate you, you will feel all the pain and enjoy every second of it,” He pinned me to

i never felt fear but from yesterday after the encounter with that hulk it seemed as if his dark aura settled around me trying to scare me everytime . His eyes are on her every move , Just correct time amore and you will be with me ~ The Sinner

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.