Romans & histoires The Coming

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Then Came You (The Youngers Book 1) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2018 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotat

My phone goes off and I immediately open the group chat GUNNAR: HEY EVERYONE! COME OVER TO OUR HOUSE IMMEDIATELY AFTER YOU FINISH YOUR CLASSES. WE HAVE SOMETHING TO DISCUSS WITH EVERYONE. DON'T WORRY THERE WILL BE PLENTY OF FOOD AND DRINKS. TRY TO CARPOOL IF YOU CAN SINCE THERE ARE A LOT OF US AND THE DRIVEWAY IS ONLY SO BIG. BEAR: 😎🍕🍔🥨 CHASE: We're already here bro trying to get ahead in our assignments. We will be out whenever people start showing up.

In a warning tone, he said, "She's an unmarried colleague. Don't joke about that." … The car sped down the open road. Outside the window, the sun was shining. It was spring; flowers bloomed in a riot of colors, bursting with life. I laughed. "You're right. My name really is beautiful."

“Warn me about what?” “You remember that night in Mississippi, don’t you?” Brian wheezed. “Yes. Where are you going with this, Brian?” Jake stepped out of his office and entered his suite. He could still smell the faint essence of Nadia’s perfume from last night and he smiled. “They’re coming.” Brian turned towards the bathroom door. The bathroom was just inside the motel room door and he could hear the footsteps and sniffing in the main hallway outside. He heard faint scratching on the door. He hissed into the small cell phone. “The hell hounds. They’re coming!”

Me, Achille, and Tomasso stand in the concealment of the nearby woods, our breaths masked by the rhythmic rustle of leaves. The time has come to execute our plan to infiltrate the estate where Mia is being held captive. We anxiously watch as my security team move stealthily towards the imposing gates. With the team's well-honed expertise, they approach the perimeter of the estate. Their mission is to disable the security cameras, rendering the enemy blind and creating a clear path for me and my allies to enter undetected. It is a critical moment, one that requires precision and agility.

"Yeah. So if you don't want to see me, I either just wasted two grand, or I'm going to hang out with the pigeons in the park." "They like bread crumbs." "Are you feeding me to the birds?" "Nah, but it does get cold here in December." "Like New York cold?" "No, it's not that brutal. Oh my God, James. I can't believe I get to see you in—wait, what date are you actually arriving?" "December twenty-second." "Eeep. How long do I get to keep you?" I never thought those words would be so appealing or that I'd hear Cora squeal like a child.

I close my eyes, my breath shaky as I whisper to the night, “Something is coming... and it’s not just rogues.” I don’t know what it is yet, but I know it’s close. And I can feel the storm brewing on the horizon, just waiting to crash down upon us. The question is, will we be ready when it does?

“Maybe one day. Right now…with what’s coming, it seems like a foolish idea, don’t you think?” “I don’t know what’s coming." “Of course you do, Mara. A war. There’s a war coming.”

I turned around and walked back into the room, and Kairos raised his eyebrows as he looked up at me. "Hey—uh, Alec is coming," I said. “To check on Lake.” Kairos's expression shifted. His mouth opened as if he were going to protest, but then he paused, something clicking in his eyes. Then he slowly nodded. Right... cousins. Alec had every right to be here. I nodded back and turned to leave.

"So, you've finally returned—" However, he saw the awkward look on Adam's face at the door before he could finish his sentence. His hopes were dashed once again. "What are you doing here?" Adam replied respectfully, "Mr. Whitaker, we couldn't reach your phone, so I had to come in person. There's news from the hospital. Mr. Whitaker Senior has regained consciousness." Half an hour later, Jacob appeared at the hospital. The black trench coat he wore matched the darkened expression on his face. "Grandpa…"