Novelas y relatos de The First Order

My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Kael hit the snow on his knees. He looked up at me, his sightless gold eyes full of a haunting, rationalized grief. "The Jade... it's ready," Kael whispered, his voice an exhausted drawl. "The First Ones... they felt the fall. The old order is ash, Aria." I looked at the horizon through the shattered walls. Global recognition was surging to near-unanimous levels on the tactical tablet. The gold logos were everywhere. "The old order is ash," I said.

"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.

He didn't have to yell like that in front of half of the pack. "Luna has a point Alpha, he will see us coming." A man says standing up with head neck bared to Axel meaning no disrespect. "We will follow the plan and that's an order," He says while slamming his fist on the table looking through his eyebrows at the man in front of him. I can feel his Alpha aura wash over as he gives the order. The order doesn't affect me since we are considered equals. Well as Luna and Alpha, not by Axel.

|•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'm more excited than I am terrified to figure it all out. THE END

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 muffled a smile trying to spread across my face, "Not until I have my orders." She let out a shaky, half-strangled sound, "Your orders are that you’re going to get a massive crick in your neck if you stay down there." A tiny, reluctant breath escaped my own lungs, the first genuine relaxation I’d felt in days. "I am entirely prepared to suffer a crick," I informed the hem of her dress, "I deserve a crick. Give me the order, Maddie." Her fingers tightened lightly on my neck, just a hint of pressure, "Fine. Order number one: You will stand up because I need to look at your face to determine if you’re actually pathetic or just putting on a show."

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?"