Novel & Cerita Tank Jones

"If you d******d unauthorized assets—like that 'Shard' from the library—the anti-cheat interprets it as a virus. It wipes the infected drive. You know the Terms of Service. Don't risk your account for flavor text." Jinx stared at him for a long, agonizing silence. "Right," she finally whispered. "My account. That's what matters." "The money matters," Ren reminded her, hating himself with every word. "Tank, how's your dad?" Tank perked up, grateful for the change of subject. "He's great! He's talking about opening a small shop. A bakery. Can you believe it? He hasn't worked in ten years because of his heart. Now he wants to bake bread. He told the neighbors his son is a genius beta-tester."

Tanya replied brightly. Just then, Mrs Teena and a man in his late forties with a receding hairline, wise brown eyes, and lean, tall structure came out carrying drinks. The man introduced himself as Mr. Jonas, Tanya's dad and greeted us all. We all drank to Tanya's long life and prosperous future, of course, except Twen.

Jones made me a cup of coffee to start my day. I really like the taste of her coffee. I can't focus on my work thinking I have a problem on my sleeve that needs to be solve immediately. I looked at Ms. Jones then came up a solution to my burden. I have decided to propose and make an agreement with her. I called for her to come and make her seat infront of me. I stare at her direct in the eyes and tell her my problem. I told her everything of my conversation with my grandfather last night. She looks solemn and keenly listening to what I'm saying. So, Ms. Jones I have a proposal for you and I hope you can help me with it. Bear a child with me as my heir. The heir of Smith Corp. around the worl

he said and reached for a shot glass. “May I?” he asks before pouring a glass of wine to Mr. Jones’ glass. Mr. Jones laughed, obviously amused. “Now, now, I am starting to like you, man.” He said and let him pour him a drink. At the end, the conversation went well but Mr. Jones didn’t agree on selling him the ten percent of his share on Mavro’s company. He told him it was too risky and he did not want any mess. Mr. Jones is an excellent businessman, he has wide connection so he knew about Jacob and Howard being brothers and he can sense that Howard is preparing for a war and he is not willing to take part of it.

I say flatly. “The wolf you killed, his name was Jasper. He has a new pup on the way.” “I won’t feel guilty for protecting myself or my pack members when we are attacked.” Tank says from behind me. Though I know it’s not true. Tank has always been the gentle giant with his emotions. He feels and just knows things, things that people never have to speak about. Tank just can sense it, so when he takes a life, he has to really, truly compartmentalize his actions. He can’t know the story behind the person whose life he took, otherwise it will haunt him.

Tiana asked, clearing her throat, but even at that, she still sounded very husky. And it was obvious that she was still drooling over Chase. “I want to go over to Edna Jones and speak to her,” I said, speaking more to Tiana than Chase. Surprise was written all over Tiana. “You know Edna Jones?” She asked me. Everyone knew that Edna Jones was a big deal in the country, and I nodded. “Will she even pay attention to you?” Tiana asked with a condescending voice after she had gotten over her shock.

Senator Jones’ POV The soft hum of jazz floats through my study as I pour myself a glass of whiskey. It’s late, but I’ve never been much of a sleeper. Too many things always need watching, controlling. Especially now. My phone vibrates against the oak desk. I see the caller ID and smile faintly before answering. “Boss,” I say smoothly, settling into the leather armchair. “Jones,” he replies, his voice sharp and cold as ever. “How’s Flora coping at the company? Is she giving you trouble?”

Joshua warned with a smile and humor in his voice, “she doesn’t share. And she’s possessive. So, if you plan on pursuing her, stay away from other subs.” “There’s a story?” Ink asked. “There’s a few. At least one involving a Glock .45 pistol. I believe that a shot gun was used once. Or at least threatened to be used. She is still a Texas girl. And Cade’s dad is an MC president. She can handle her own.” “Twenty-one jerk salute.” Ink laughed. “Yeah.” Joshua started laughing. “She told me about that. You should probably let her know that Little Mark is Tank’s brother.”

After what she said I noticed the slight tension in the eyes of Jones, he seemed kind of unusual around her. I opened my mouth to speak, wanting to accept her suggestion but Jones interrupted me by holding my hand and pulling me out of the room. The brunette lady followed behind us. Her face was seething. "The fuck are you doing, turning your back on me after I traveled all the way from Noracia just see your ugly face and this is what you do? You even brought a lady here to fuck the shit of her while your damn job swivels hopelessly. I have always known you were incompetent and that I deserve this more than you do...but ohhh! What would they say if they find out what you do? Sleeping with a

" Chelsea said, her gaze sharpening. "Mr. Jones, how can you prove that you are indeed Cameron Jones, the chief designer of Allure Designs?"