Sparta 117 Novels & Stories

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

I just brushed off the topic. After few minutes, Philip came with his friends. He introduced me to them. "I'm Etincelle," pakilala ko sa mga lalaking kaibigan ni Philip. Bago sila sa paningin ko. Baka sa ibang circle of friends sila. "These are Nathaniel, Zachariah, Moab and Malik." I shook my hands with them. They seemed friendly. I guessed they are just around of my age. "Nice to meet you, Etincelle," Nathaniel said and I smiled sweetly at him.

“Never, Freya. I never did even for a second. You should know this quite well. I don’t give out my men to anyone but I let them carry out your bidden.” “And what has that got to do with what is on ground?” “Everything, Freya. My men are a piece of me. I need to hold you in high esteem to trust you around them. What if you had decided to switch sides and hurt them? See….. that was a big risk I had to take because of how much I value you. The plan never changed. Your brother will not be touched.” “And what about Gamma Liam.” “He wasn’t in the spare plan.” “And now I want him to be. Nothing happens to him, my brother, and Leo’s Aunt.”

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It was really true that Dana Hamilton was a mother to Clara. Philip looked at the Harriot in the picture, he was smiling without the effort of pain and a wave of bitterness swept through Philip. He felt like losing his mind for a second by lamenting the fact that he had met them again but he knew better than to lose his control. He tucked his phone into his pocket and looked at the painting one more time.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Will hung one-handed long enough to make Philips blow his whistle in blasphemy. 1000: Urban assault lane. Two buildings, one alley, one hostage who fought like a hostage. Jack took point-left, Bruno rammed a door like an apology, Sonja cleared a bathroom with a look. Frank’s overwatch stitched three problems into souvenirs. Wolfgang handled stairwells like a baker on a lunch rush. Will carried the hostage like a fireman carrying a joke. Pauly’s tablet flickered, died, flickered—

That stupid crater face c*** I am going to f*** her up when I see that B****! Capri called the tow truck and hitched a ride from Holly who was also getting off duty. Holly would not shut up about going to find them and teaching them a few lessons. She was a hot head with no filter no matter who she was around.

Surely the life of cars and street racing was a hefty one but she loved whatever came with it. Whitney, her best friend let her race her newest model Lamborghini whenever she wanted and the thrill of going out there on the track and be able to put passion into action haunted her each day. Like Liam had mentioned, a few kilometers East and she spotted a black Audi pulled aside from the road with two stranded men at its front. Audi A5 Sportback premium 2021. They really had good taste in their cars. Based off from what they were wearing and how expensive their car looked, they screamed money.