Novel & Cerita The Kept Man Strikes Back Chapter 1

"Who the hell gave you the guts to try to cheat me? I paid you $200,000 in consultation fees, and yet you worked with an outsider to rob my warehouse!" He punched Greg hard in the face, and Greg's gentlemanly face instantly swelled. His glasses flew into the air and shattered when they hit the ground. "Mr. Chapman, I can explain! This is all a misunderstanding!" He shouted fearfully. "There's nothing to misunderstand here!" Tony kicked Greg to the ground. "Drag this traitor out of here!" Several brawny workers who had never liked Greg came forward right away and dragged him away like a sack. Greg's screams echoed in the warehouse, and they slowly diminished as he got further away. The debacl

The man answered and Rick frowned, He rushed and grabbed the man without pity. " Then where is the book of revelation you scumbag, Rumors have it that you have the Book of Revelation in your possession, If you don't want to tell me where it is, I will need the Book to find it out myself, Where is it? " Rick asked. " Someone stole it " The man answered and Rick aggressively smashed him hard on the ground, Rick's eyes darkened and his claws grew even more longer, Silent ensured as he ripped off all the hearts of everyone in the hall.

But as Reid reached the spot, his heart dropped. It wasn’t Raina. It wasn’t Leif. It was a stranger, barely alive, one leg mangled as if bitten through by wild beasts. Reid’s expression froze the instant he saw the man. He rushed forward, grabbed the man by the collar, and shouted through clenched teeth—tears unknowingly streaming down his face: “Who are you?! Why are you here?! Where’s Raina?! Where is she?!” ***

"Are you all right? Are you hurt? " I held him and helped him stand; I hope that man didn't stab him. "What brought you back? Didn't I tell you to run?" Wait a minute... his voice... sounds like... sounds like... Keep an eye out for Chapter 3!

“Who sent you?” The man’s eyes stayed glued to the floor, refusing to meet mine. Zeviar straightened, muscles coiling like a spring, and then, without any warning, the first blow landed. It was an open-handed strike, sharp and fast, snapping the man’s head sideways against the cold, unforgiving stone wall. The crack echoed down the corridor, reverberating back like a grim announcement. The man gasped, his body jerking, then he caught himself, spitting blood onto the floor between his knees. I flinched instinctively but didn’t move otherwise. “Who sent you?” Zeviar demanded, his voice low and steady.

That's how he had secured this room, the one next to the storage, at half the rate. The owner, Johnny Poppins, must have filed for bankruptcy at last. That'd explain the notice. He had been playing dilly-dally with the authorities for a few months. Luckily, the motel was mostly inhabited by the trashiest population possible, all homeless grifters and drifters, who had no better place to go, rubble or no rubble. A saner population would have evacuated the place long before, leaving the building to an early demise and thus depriving him of a feasible shelter for young Brian.

SERIES NAME : BORN BY POWER SEQUEL NAME : UPRISE OF HELL (BOOK 2) CHAPTER 6 : ALTERNATE ACTS I Opening up with a scene that appeared to already be ongoing. Pete and Eira trying to get something out of the man whom they got custody of and on the other hand, Calypso was on a bed in an unspecific room, laying upright. Pete, with a pen knife in his palm, guarded by Eira who stood behind him, arms crossed and straight faced towards the man tied to a chair. Obviously seen, wounds, bruises and marks of torture existing on his face.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 1 -ELAINE- The scream clawed its way out of my throat, sharp and strangled. I ran, feet pounding against the ground, lungs burning, heart jackhammering in my chest. I didn’t dare look back. I could feel it behind me, him, his presence thick like smoke, suffocating, unrelenting. Then came the tug. My scalp burned as fingers twisted into my hair, yanking me backward with such force it stole my breath. I screamed again louder, more desperate.

There was definitely no one coming to help her. Not the ones who didn't love her, not the ones who lied to her, and not the ones who wanted her dead. No one was coming. “That is not for you to bargain, miss,” A smirk twisted the man's lips, as he took two steps back and gestured to his men. That was all it took for the first strike to land on her stomach.

“Then let’s promise—no more losers. Only hot guys with black cards.” Kya burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the empty diner. “Deal.” ** The drive back from The Diamond Square was quiet, but Kya’s mind was anything but. The image of Maya’s pale face when the manager confirmed the black card was hers replayed over and over, a small victory that warmed her chest. For the first time in years, she had not been the humiliated one. She had been the woman with power.