Stick War Legacy The Game Novels & Stories

The morning light caught the silver streaks of tears on her cheeks - the only betrayal of her otherwise glacial composure. "You think this mark burns?" Her whisper carried the weight of centuries. "It's but an ember compared to the fire you lit in our bond." Her claw traced the angry brand, making his muscles seize. "This is nothing, Adrain. Nothing compared to the scar you've left on our child's legacy."

No matter how long, someday he was going to talk or confide in someone who may later spill the beans. In every battle, casualties were inevitable as sanctioned by the Geneva Convention. There were always holy and unholy troops that gave directions to the winning platoon. Solo was on the left side of the equilibrium. His presence in Subi’s life was more redemptive than it was corporative. Consequently, the young beauty accepted the consequences of her wrongdoing and promised to brave it through to the end. She planned it well and exactly as she expected, results became visible five days later.

Alpha Darius snapped at the warrior. The warrior glared at me, turning around to leave after a moment of reluctance. I didn’t feel relieved about being left alone in that room with my brother’s killer. “We really don’t have to make this awkward. We can talk once this is all over—after the fight between the rogues and your pack.” My breath hitched in my throat as he slowly bent over to grab the bag, unzipping it open, his brows raised as he pulled the knife out of the bag with what resembled a scowl on his face.

Long after Maxwell had turned the corner, the weight of his words stuck to me like a second skin. “Promise me you won’t get lost in all this.” I had promised. And we both knew it was a lie. I exhaled, fingers to my temples, the night stretching thick and suffocating. Through the cathedral’s ruins, the wind howled, whispering secrets I was not ready to hear. The Forgotten Clans had agreed to fight, but it had always been a shaky sort of loyalty. This war was inevitable and whether or not we were ready, and I was running out of time to see to it we were.

Levi said, taking a sip from the coffee and allowing the taste of the black liquid to fill his mouth. "You are welcome," Lila murmured back, and both of them held their gaze for a while. "Congratulations," Jared said, interrupting them as he stood in front of them. His voice was mocking and he was not even trying to hide it from them. "Well, same to you," Levi said, taking up his tone as well. Jared did not appreciate his tone and began glaring. Levi was not going to back down and returned the favour. Lila could sense impending danger, and she was not going to allow them to start throwing punches at each other, so before it could escalate, she pulled Levi out of the room at once.

“I am sorry, I would have continued to give you that false sense of winning but I don’t like being held against my will besides, I didn’t want to mistakenly kill you.” “What do you mean by you didn’t?” I asked to remove the fear at which she just easily evaded me. “Our children starts using real weapons at the age of five and they don’t stop, sometimes theirs are even sharper because it is not infused with our gift of protection which is only available if you are a member of the Wrath of Yama. The whole army was being called that but this was the first time I heard it, it made me have a sense of belonging. I was a part of that.

She was sickened that the man she had come to love was watching her being beaten up. Meanwhile, Andrew was scared that it might not end up well if he decided to interrupt. He knew how aggressive Quincy was and he can go beyond what he was doing. At that moment, he decided to leave since Elena refused to fight back. He fears he won’t take it anymore and starts a war between himself and the Alpha. Just when Andrew turned around to leave, Quincy’s voice stopped him. “Plan to run away again?” he demanded from Elena. She said nothing, and it made Quincy more mad. He pulled on her long hair and Elena winced in pain, holding onto her head.

Leo gritted out, his palms turning into fists under the table. An insider had spilled company secrets and successfully managed to plummet down their stocks and corner the Emerson Group with multiple competitors vying to take over the famous business empire. “Jackals. That is what they all are in this industry,” His grandfather and mentor would grumble and teach him all the tricks of the trade. God bless his kind soul in heaven, especially when his rotten son had spilled water all over his hardwork. "I don’t think anyone has a bid and the numbers as good as ours, Sir,” the efficient secretary honestly said.

At our engagement party, Michael walked on stage hand-in-hand with a pregnant woman. In front of all the high-society guests in the room, he called off our wedding. “Chloe is carrying my heir,” Michael declared. “I won’t let her suffer. You, you can stay as my side chick.” The crowd erupted into laughter. Michael’s friends cheered, passing cash around. “Told you!” one snickered. “That desperate loser won’t ever leave him. I won the bet!” “Everyone knows she’s a broke nobody. Without Michael, she’s nothing.” Michael handed me a black card with a smug smirk. “Be good, and I’ll still take care of you.” I looked at his arrogant face and almost laughed out loud. Yes, I gave up everyth

"And we're already dealing with debt restructuring and operational challenges." "Fighting Victor was always going to be expensive." I turned to face her. "The question is whether we spend resources fighting or surrender the company to someone who's been trying to destroy us." "We fight." Lily's voice gained strength. "No matter how hard or expensive. Thompson Enterprises is my father's legacy and I won't hand it to Victor Walter without exhausting every option." "Good." I felt pride at her determination. "Then we spend tonight preparing for the board meeting and building a comprehensive defensive strategy."