Novel & Cerita Sixth Man Book

one The young man's cold voice rang in the room, while the cold breeze of autumn was much warmer and warmer than his voice. He had already slammed the door and left without his mother needing to speak to his father. While Nevra and Altan looked after their son with sad eyes, Altan turned his full eyes to the window next to his bed: one

Thank you for reading The Beta and the Jewel Thief - Book 6 of the Delta's Daughter series. I would like to kindly ask you all to leave me a review on the about book page. This helps me as an author and my stories get noticed on the app. Just a few words and a great rating would be appreciated. Now I know I left this book with another cliffhanger... You still love me I know it. ;) I also know there are a few questions. Not everything could be explained, the story had well superseded any of the other books in regards to word count.

All the things I have done in life were things that only strayed me further away from God, and this must be the punishment he has given to me. I close my eyes. Trying to reflect back when my life was nothing but pleasure. And now I wake up to this. Strange how things just shift into different emotions. One day you're happy, the next day you're ungrateful. I slowly open my eyes, consuming all the courage I have in my body. If I'm going to die, I'm gonna have to die fighting. “You are given a one minute head start. After that, these guys will chase you. And then after two minutes and you're still alive and in one piece, we'll release the surprise,” the man states as the hunters prepare their r

"I wanted to have a normal life." George chuckled. "Normal life? With your bloody and dirty hands, you think you can act normal with normal people? What a funny delusion you have." He stood up and added a few more thousand dollars to the man's account. "However, this information helps me. I will reward you for that," he added. The man's eyes widened, but he trembled in relief, and George could see it. Thus, he did not pry about it anymore. His expression darkened, a mixture of concern and apprehension clouding his features as he processed the information.

Chapter 8 Megan: third person's point of view. — Still pulling Mr. Hot Cheetos on his long sleeves, the both of them turned left on a wide alley, following the icy sidewalk near the corner and passing by a big library. Small amounts of snow are still falling from the empty sky as she inhaled the cold, sweet air of the not so busy street. She glanced back at her companion, slightly confused with his silence. Shrugging, she didn't remove her exposed hands from the taller guy's arm.

She signed a contract to save her dying mother: $2M for 1 year as a billionaire’s fake wife. No feelings. No touching. No problems. Until *George Herbert* started amending the terms. Move into my penthouse. Come to the board dinner. Sleep in my bed. Now his ex and his rival have proof of their fake marriage. 24 hours to betray him... or lose everything. George caught her meeting them. His punishment? She doesn’t get the guest room anymore. "From now on, you sleep in my bed. If we’re going to lie, we’re going to sell it." Elena wanted money. She didn’t expect the devil to look at her like she was the only thing that mattered. He wanted a cont

Tim tossed the book aside, scooped her up and twirled her around. The book slid off the couch and tumbled to the floor, coming to rest open-faced so that what she’d written to him was plainly visible. To my husband Tim - My rock, the love of my life and the father of my child.

Unfortunately, this decision was not the right one. "So can you tell me about the levels of strength?" As usual Mane was ignoring his teacher as he asked the 6th a question. Of course he posed this question to the 6th for just one reason- he was the most talkative of the bunch. He was sure that this blabbermouth would answer him without waiting to think and consider whether it was the right thing to do or not. Just as he predicted, the 6th did not let him down.

“What does he give you that I don’t?” I was tempted to rant, to list every quality about Six—about Leonardo Moretti, the man I was in love with. To tell him he was a better man than he could ever be. But I didn’t. No, I wasn’t fooled by the sadness in his eyes, nor the calm demeanor he displayed right now. I knew what he could be. I had seen the other side of him. While I was still in his house and Six was greatly outnumbered, the last thing I wanted was to provoke him. He would kill Six in a heartbeat, and only heaven knew what he would do to me.

Wasn't going to stop until all of these men were on the floor, begging for mercy. I disarmed the man in front of me. Caught his chest with my knee and let him stumble back. But there was still determination on his face. An urge to carry on. To kill me. Somewhere down the alley, the other attacker was busy with the strange man who had come to aid me. Soon enough, people would pay attention to what was going on. Drown all I had worked for in gasoline and light it on fire. He had to get away. Let me dispose of the last ones and have him far away by the time the first person shows up.