Soldiers Of Misfortune Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was warm, and I couldn’t help taking a deep breath of the peculiar smell of old books. Mischief lazed on the top of a bookcase, laid out like a cat with his hair falling into his eyes, when his mouth curled into a wicked grin, as he studied me. “Oh, consider me terrified by your display of fighting prowess, sorceres girl. Wait,” his grin widened, “my mistake, not terrified…entertained.” I shrugged myself out of my fighting stance, flushing. “I thought—” “Don’t get started on your thoughts; we only have a day to save the world.” Yet Mischief’s smile softened. “When you and the wolves were playing with the sorcereses, do you imagine that we were senselessly—”

Although fortune might have smiled on him after he borrowed the money, that soldier got himself three of a kind of kings card. The guy was ecstatic. He played it against another kamikaze soldier under Wolf Tail’s lead for a dozen rounds. In the end, he was forced to open his opponent’s cards when he was out of money. In the start, he thought that his victory was guaranteed with three kings in his end. However, he never dreamed that his opponent was actually holding three aces. In that instant, the Red Moon kamikaze soldier was devastated. He cursed, “F*CK, I am done! I’ve lost every penny that I earned lately over here.” That soldier tossed the cards in his hand to the side and got up to lea

"Before I forget, her number is nine." Michael Sario closed the door, leaving him with the last thing he felt comfortable being alone with. He'd changed, though. He was no longer weak and unpredictable. He was a Fortunate of Sario blood, and he was capable of keeping an Unfortunate under his thumb. Kade looked to the Unfortunate for the second time. She slipped out a tiny sliver of her wet, pink tongue and moistened her lower lip. Something pulled tight in his abdomen at the sight, and he pushed out of his chair.

I wanted anyone. But no one was coming. Clunk. The wheel-lock began to turn slowly… deliberately… The door creaked open. I braced myself, my heart pounding through my ribs. And then… A figure stumbled inside. A soldier. He was covered in so much blood. His chest armor was cracked open, his throat torn, and he could barely keep himself upright. Relief washed through my body for a short moment. “Sir…” Seraphina breathed. He swayed, taking in a rattling breath. “I’m… I’m sorry…”

Misan turned to him, cupped his face, and looked him in the eyes. “No one can take me away. Tomorrow, I’ll tell him everything about us. I’ll end it so he won’t keep hoping. You’re the one I love, not him. Don’t ever think otherwise,” she said. Rycon smiled and kissed her deeply. They floated beneath the moonlight, their lips entwined in a kiss seen by the stars above. The Next Day... Misan was assigned to clean the palace library. While dusting the tall bookshelves, a strange book floating above a small table caught her attention. Surrounded by a black aura and flipping pages on its own, the book glowed ominously.

I hesitated before reaching for the first book and opening it. I spent the next hour reading a rather captivating book on the art of war. I’d never really been interested in military warfare, but seeing the Author describe some of the more underhanded tactics I’d seen even the King employ in his conquest of the northern region, I couldn’t help but be curious. I read even long after he finally slept, his snores a soft background to the words I raptly consumed. A small knock on the door was what dragged me out of there and I was taken by my guard back to the harem, marveling at my incredibly good luck. To think that such a Patron was possible in a sea of perverted monsters.

Men all over the forest, looking who knows, Set just waited for them to come out, but I hear a roar, similar to that of an Inkomo, I just looked around and saw how this monster charge with the soldier taking him out of the forest, when the inkomo came out of the forest they followed him 5 more, the soldiers followed him, Set low and cautiously and stealth sack from where they had his horse and return home. The days passed and Set arrived,all normal, Set work plowing the field, together with the others, he had a project; In a barn suitable for sowing seeds of pink piolteas, since Dr. Lewis gave him the seeds that were inside the flowers, I plant them and hope to see how they grew.

Bruno said to him "Boss, you know me" the man cried "Moreno, of course, I know you, and that is exactly why you are here. You my dear friend are a thief, and do you know what happens to thieves and traitors?" Bruno asked coyly. "No, Boss please" the man pleaded. "Okay, say I give you a second chance and I am not the patient one, which you are well aware of. What results do I get?" Bruno asked "I'll get the twin piece, I'll get it back for you "The man patted his chest as he spoke, still shaking visibly.

“There’s blood, Hawthorne.” I groaned. “There’s always blood in the woods. Foxes, deer, panthers, I don’t know. But why is it always the end of the world with you?” His eyes burned into mine like I’d just said the dumbest thing imaginable. “Because I don’t enjoy being ambushed or caught off guard.” “Do you ever stop being a perfect soldier?” I snapped. “Do you even know how to exist without preparing for war?” “I don’t have the luxury of switching off, Zelest.” His tone was sharp. “You may not care what happens to you, but some of us do.”