Novel & Cerita The Last Cockbender

However, the man who had once lit up my entire world was also the same man whose name had spent years sitting in my blocked contacts, causing me endless pain. "Say yes! Say yes!" The crowd gradually joined in. Maybe if I were still young and naive, I would have let their voices pressure me. Maybe I would have compromised again on impulse. Well, I stood before him now as Cameron Webster, a woman he'd left scarred beyond repair. "Cutting my losses now is already overdue. How desperate would I have to be to jump back into the same fire?" The crowd immediately fell silent, and the hopeful expression on Ryland's face froze.

From the rooftop I had a view of the street below. I had the ground, a wide angle and multiple exits. I had control. I sat down near the ledge with one knee bent and my posture loose. I looked like I was just idle, no one ever bothered to look up. That was the point. The file in my coat pocket was pressing against my ribs. It felt like a second heartbeat. There had been three incidents in this area and they all had the same aftermath and the same precision. There were no witnesses until tonight. The survivors had said that he did not rush.

“Lock her up!” Jason's radio suddenly crackled to life. A furious voice roared through the speaker. “Jason Watson! What the hell is going on? “Are you really going to let millions of people watch a hero die? “I don't care what it takes! Have her start treatment within five minutes! If anything goes wrong, I'll take full responsibility!” Michael finally snapped. His eyes turned bloodshot as he pressed the barrel of his gun against my temple. “Ashley Cross, this is your last chance.”

I saw them on their usual spot on the cafeteria, nervous but I'm much nervous for what might could have happen to Charlie. "Enzo" I called, all of their eyes turned to me. "Yes?" Enzo answered. "I just need to ask this, Charlie haven't been back since she came with you and earlier. You came back without her" Enzo frowned a bit. "She's not back yet?" He asked back, that made me more nervous. I shook my head, I'm already trembling. He stood up the same time my phone rang, I looked at it to see it was Jax. I nearly forgot about him. I immediately answered his call to ask for help.

“How did last night go?” We carried out a raid last night on one of the biggest warehouses in town. Coke, hemp and more importantly, money was stolen from them. “I think it went splendid boss.” He grinned. “Don't be fucking conservative,” he laughed. “I heard you were amazing last night. You were the one to kill Lorenzo.” The slimy bastard had tried to crawl down a hole. “He was pathetic,” I spat out, remembering pulling out the small man from behind his chair. “His men were dying for him while he was busy trying to hide.”

Jacob has been my coach for four seasons, and he has seen me do a lot of stupid sh*t through the years. To say I don’t have the best reputation throughout the league would be quite an understatement. When I’m not busy being an All-Star second baseman for the Chicago Grizzlies, I like to live it up by spending my money on women, fast cars, and booze. I often find myself making headlines, but I fear that this may be the one that finally costs me. “Jacob, you know me. I just got a little carried away after the game last night. It was a tough loss, and I needed to blow off some steam.”

I asked her upset as I grabbed her by the shoulders, and looked from side to side, not wanting to be overheard. I was worried since he treated us like cattle, we were his fattening cattle, first, he hired us, he gave us a good salary that served as compensation for all the damages he would cause us later and when we were fat in a figurative sense, he would throw us out, that was how it worked because after they tried it they went crazy with him. I found that very creepy, but I could only ignore it and continue working since my family was poor and I was supporting them with that salary.

Around his, a necklace made of shifter fangs, each one like a grim trophy of how perverse this man truly is and it makes me want to vomit . “Ladies and gentlemen,” the ringleader’s voice booms, silencing the crowd, “tonight we have a special treat. A rogue shifter, captured and brought to justice. Let’s see if he’s worthy of the gift he was born with.” My lips curl into a snarl. What the hell is this? The ring leader’s words are probably meant to demean, to strip me of my humanity and reduce me to nothing more than a beast. But I will never play their games. Not like this.

he whispered toward the entryway. Damien didn't answer his question. Instead, a single, chilling sentence pierced the closed door. "I know you're in there." A long, agonizing pause followed before Damien added, "Walk away now... or this becomes your last assignment." The lock clicked, but it wasn't Damien forcing his way in from the outside. The stranger inside had made his choice. Elena heard the sudden, desperate rush of his boots toward the back window. The glass shattered with a deafening crash, followed by the heavy thud of a body landing hard in the muddy alleyway below.

I tell them as bring Ash onto my lap. "Myself, Chris and also Nate here are known as Lycans, Ash here is a werewolf shifter, and is pretty much the last of her kind." I say as Kim and Toni both look at me with wide eyes. "So, it's true then." We hear Paul say as he walks over to me and Ash and puts the back of his hand to her fourhead. A low growl slips mast my lips as another male is touching my mate. "What the hell are you talking about?" Kim shouts with tears in her eyes.