Slayer Retiring Novels & Stories

It was Thursday, so he knew she would be at work at the little café she was keeping secret from him. It was public, and nothing would happen to her there. At least, he hoped it wouldn't. Still, if he left now, he could make it to her before nightfall and take her into hiding. That was if she still wanted him. After how they left things, he wasn’t so sure. “That’s exactly what I expect you to do,” Slater said firmly. Slater didn’t run the team. Matthew did. Still, he wasn’t too proud to admit when he needed to stand down. Retirement was imminent now. If he didn’t retire, they would fire him.

The car dragged him for several meters before his grip failed and the momentum threw him violently onto the asphalt. "I'm not afraid to die! Eloise! Give it to me! I'll drink it!" In the rearview mirror, I watched him lie motionless on the ground, a broken, crumpled mess. I looked away. I was so tired. It was over. I asked my assistant in the front seat for the latest update. "Doctor, latest intel. Slade is liquidating all his fixed assets in North America." On the screen was a series of staggering financial transactions.

Sam leaned against the study door, looking smug. "Divorced or not, you're not to harass her again. Otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind." I hadn't expected Susan to bail him out so quickly. I could predict she'd hire the best lawyers to exonerate him, and more innocent women like Shelia would fall victim in the future. But now, I could do nothing. Away from my battlefield, "hero" was just a title. This realization filled me with anger and frustration. Three days ago, I officially submitted my retirement application, which was approved yesterday. This weekend, I've been preparing to join the Thornton Group's board of directors.

"Any plans for tonight, I have some new models coming to the club." Sly frowned, "Not tonight," his voice unawares was tensed. James' suspicions grew. "What is eating you up?" Sky sighs, "My oldie is planning to give my inheritance to my kid bro, if I don't get married in six months," Sly said through gritted teeth. James was shocked but the pain on Sly's face forced him to put it behind him. He couldn't afford to freak out.

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”

I pressed, my fingers tightening around the cold beer bottle. Tyler looked around the crowded parlor. “I plan on retiring,” he said, his voice dropping. “The week our fake dating contract ends, I’m turning in my jersey.” The words hit my brain like a sudden, stunning curveball. “Retirement? Tyler, you’re at the absolute peak of your career. You’re the captain.” “It’s a secret,” he cut in quickly, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “Only Coach knows, and he’s helping me work it out. I’m not spending the rest of my life being traded like a stock option by Arthur.”