Spike Spiegel Novels & Stories

Could we really come that much closer to healing the people of Wegalla within a week? Could we be that much closer to healing Asher in a week? “Yes,” Spike replied. “That would be perfect,” I agreed, eager for the results. “Please do your best, Spike. This could do wonders for the country.” “Of course,” he said, and then he got a strange glint in his dark brown eyes. “You know, I could use something to inspire my creativity…” “Oh?” I asked, and immediately, alarm bells rang out in my mind. “What did you have in mind?”

Matteo started, he pulled out another picture from the envelope and dropped it on the table for Spade. He took it and clenched his jaw when he saw who it was "Sullivan Steel, a professional hired assassin, he runs an academy for assassins" Matteo explained but he knew Slade already knew that, Sullivan was one of the people who didn't see eye to eye with Spade, so it wouldn't surprise him if Sullivan wanted him dead, or if he was paid to kill Spade "His men did the shooting didn't they"? He asked and Matteo just nodded, he sighed out heavily

which is shown as a few underscores ( _ _ _ ). SG- we have a job for you, but things are changing Sphinx- I’ll do the job but what’s changing? SG- this jobs’ special, we need a face to face—no records Sphinx- I can’t, these chats are encrypted by me, do you no longer trust me SG- we do but this one needs no leads to us especially Sphinx- who would I have to meet SG- only me and my two most trusted. I understand your need for your identity to remain anonymous.

Yara said with a smile. A waiter approaches them, Kenzo gives their order. When the waiter left, someone behind them spoke. "Hello there, Engineer, Yara." Spike said with a sinister smile on his face. Kenzo nods and Yara fakes her sweet smile. "Where are the others?" Spike asked sitting on the chair infront of the couple. "They are coming. Might be stuck in traffic." Kenzo answered. "So, how are you guys?" Spike said just looking at Yara. "We're good. Getting stronger." Yara said making Kenzo smiles. "Happy to hear that." Spike said but there's something in his eyes that Yara sees but can't name what it is. Spike signals one of the waiters to come. He whispers something on him and then, left

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

“Rachael, don’t be fooled by his skills. He is an immortal,” Gabriel walks to his brother and carries a bottle of water. “Thanks for bringing our order but your help isn’t needed,” Gabriel says. “So, fuck off” he whispers into his twin's ear. Samuel giggles and turns to leave. The sphinx is angry and hurt as he frowns in the elevator. He enters the club with his eyes set on the bar as he walks. “Two shots of tequila and bring me bourbon,” he orders and Bryan goes to fix his order.

Gibbs closed the book and removed his glasses glaring at the boy who is not admitting his mistakes “You are not performing tomorrow” said Mr. Gibbs. He knows Sebastian's weakness. Sebastian loves to interact with his fans the most. He always wants to have concerts all over the world. Grounding him and scolding him will not make him suffer so Spark Gibbs chose this way. Sebastian widened his eyes hearing his words “No way” He clenched his fists his hand on the table. Spark smirked and straightened his collar. “You should've obeyed the rules”. “She is an old lady, what’s wrong with giving her a best memory”

What action did Blair take that prompted Remus, the family head, to personally apologize to them and even disown his own granddaughter? After all, the implication behind this was that no matter how Blair wanted to get revenge against Nelise, the Rothschilds would not stop him. Although this matter was related to Mable, she did not want to get involved. She looked at Blair and asked, “Spike is in the gym, right? I’ll go see him. You two carry on.” Then, Mable left for the gym. Spike was born prematurely and had health issues from a young age. To improve his physical fitness, he had been practicing martial arts since he was three.

Grace sneered, still with a sardonic look and her guard not yet down. "Justin always gives me the best he can." Celine plunged the spoon full of the delicious spaghetti. Chewing voraciously as if she was starving. She did not care if there was a lot of creamy sauce splattered around her mouth from the spaghetti. What she wanted to show was innocence and helplessness if Celine was not hidden immediately.

Aiden pressed. “Someone ordered me to do it,” Mr. Spike admitted. “They said if I helped them with this, they’d get a renowned doctor from abroad to treat my wife.” Hearing this, Aiden knitted his brows together. “Who is this person, and how do you usually contact each other?” he asked again. “I don’t know who they are. We don’t have regular contact. He just emails me when he needs something done.” After that, Mr. Spike willingly gave up the email address to Aiden. A few minutes later, Aiden left the interrogation room.