The First Order Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I know you are. I'm really sorry, but I promise to make your first time amazing and special. Just think of how good it'll feel when I'm inside you and you are not able to breathe properly because of the pleasurable pain. And how my back will look after your done sinking your nails into it. The sound of your voice screaming my name, over and over." I looked at him feeling tingles in my body. It all sounds so good. Maybe I should give it a try, let him explore my body? I'm clueless but I have learned. "Fine I'll let you dominate me, but let's not get attached because I'm in a tight position in choosing who and what I want." I started walking back towards the car.

|•CHAPTER ONE•| GERALD DAMON I was standing in front of the mirror, staring at my well molded body. God sure took his time to create me. Blue eyes, long nose, pink lips, breathtaking voice, well built muscles and abs, nice skin, white teeth I am literally praising myself. I feel like a small god, a flirt and a player. I have some ladies I call on to satisfy my sexual desires. They knew I would not like them back or end up with them, they still threw themselves at me like the sluts they are.

I whisper shouted at him while he just shrugged. "You talk and I knock," Nate said and nodded making me narrow my eyes at him. "That is literally the same thing you said before" " Nope I didn't, I changed the order" He answered cheekily and I shove his shoulder. "Changing the order doesn't change its meaning" I tried to knock some sense in him but just blinked slowly at me. "It do-" "I can hear you" We jumped at Elijah's sudden interruption and I smiled when he didn't seem to be a volcano anymore.

"My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?" “It might be a bit complex, difficult to grasp at first, but you will soon understand once Isaac shares his knowledge about this physics concept with you.” Napoleon could not understand why his brother was obsessed with chaos theory. It was only a theory, as the elder brother had understood. However, to Isaac, it was not. What manifested nowadays was the butterfly effect, the first stage in chaos theory. Sooner it would be evident that others would follow as Isaac had predicted. Or was it an ersatz?

I smiled brightly at her, she commonly slipped into Spanish when she became flustered, so over the week I'd been here and she'd visited, I'd picked up a bit. She giggled. "Ah, Rose, amor! I'm good. ¡Bien, bien! What brings you here today?" I smiled, knowing the words for love and very good! "I need the maintenance orders, please." I stepped to the desk, placing the box on it. "This is also the pastry order from the bakery." She waved me around the counter, and I followed her into the office. "Okay, pero first, let's practice your Spanish. What's the word for 'orders'?" Annie giggled. Pero means but.

Soon, the butler, Taylor Pole, led over two large black dogs. Serena tossed the bundle in her hands in front of them. The dogs caught the scent of blood and excitedly dragged out the remaining limbs, beginning to gnaw. I lunged forward frantically to snatch Jada back, but Taylor and his men held me down. I screamed at Serena, my voice raw with anguish. "Serena, that's your daughter! She was killed by dogs, and now you're feeding her to them? Are you even human?"

The crash shook dust from the ceiling. Silence. Just rain whispering through stone ribs. I limped to the edge of the hole. Below, the creature twitched once, glow fading. I dropped a rusted candlestick after it and heard the final shatter. “Blessed be,” I muttered, spitting blood. I stood there breathing smoke and copper and old faith. Every Order had its own flavor of madness; the Yanks built weapons, but these people? They built gods and chained them to graves.

"Why wouldn't I drink something Amelia bought? I just think you're not fortunate enough to enjoy it. Watch, I'll drink it right now." I couldn't help but smile. Clearly, she had no idea what was in the cup. Sure enough, the moment Olivia finished drinking the juice, I saw Amelia's expression freeze. Within minutes, Olivia's face broke out in hives. She scratched at her skin, confusion giving way to panic. "Why is my face so itchy?" she muttered, pulling out a compact mirror. The second she saw her reflection, she screamed and fainted right there in the classroom.

Life continuing exactly as it always had, unaware or unwilling to notice that something had already shifted beneath it. The passage behind the tapestry of the Moon Goddess was exactly where I remembered it. I pushed it open and stepped into the narrow corridor that led toward the servants’ routes, already thinking in structure instead of emotion, in distance instead of consequence. For the first time since waking up in that room, something inside me eased. I was going to make it. That was when the far door opened. A servant stepped through carrying an empty tray. He stopped the moment he saw me. Recognition came first, then confusion, then alarm.

“Find her.” It was an order. An order from the strongest alpha of all packs worldwide. An unquestionable order. An order that had to be followed. “Yes sir.”