Romans & histoires The Last Stand Of 300

"Give me a week. One more week, just…" "You asked for thirty days," I said gently. "I gave you thirty days. I kept every promise I made on day one." I paused. "You kept yours too. Eventually." I said it without any sharpness, because there wasn't any left. I'd moved through the anger and the grief and come out somewhere quieter and clearer on the other side. "That matters, Ethan. I want you to know it mattered." He crossed the room. Stood in front of me close enough that I could see the specific way he was holding himself together, jaw tight, eyes too bright, the effort of a man who has decided he will not fall apart in front of someone who has already decided to go.

Would they ever be free? Or was this their life now? A never-ending war. The Last Stand The ground jolted as the first explosion detonated outside. Victor’s voice was tight over the comms. “They’re here.” And I will make sure you pay, Maya thought angrily, clenching her fingers tightly around the gun in her grip. Zane stepped next to her, his presence solid, grounding. His silver eyes shifted to meet hers. “Are you ready?”

"It was someone who loved you, Elara. Someone the world forgot so we could live." The Last-Stand Valor had won the day, but at the cost of the family’s foundation. The sky was still cracked, and the Exterminator Fleet was still out there, but the Internal-Invasion had failed. The Haven was quiet, save for the sound of the waterfall and the soft, grieving hum of an Anchor who had lost a part of her soul she couldn't even name.

Enzo’s eyes went wide, pleading and begging me to spare him. “I’ll count to six and each time I will shoot if you’re lucky and you talk before the bullet gets fired then you get to keep your unborn children if not good for me I don’t have to worry about killing mini Enzo’s” I say nonchalantly. “One” I say sitting cross-legged. “Boss please” he whimpers crying as snorts run down his nose. “Wrong answer” I say pulling the trigger. Lucky for him his balls are still safe. “Two” I continue not wasting any more time.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

Victor narrates. "Victor it is disgraceful of you to go around threatening poor men like these," I can hear my father say as I point a gun at him, at the very man I was supposed to leave alive. "Beg," I command the man kneeling in front of me. He lets out a cry that I find as pleasurable as the day I started doing what my father had so kindly taught me to do. "Joshua I will pay everything I owe—I promise—I just need more time, more time and I can pay it all back!" stammers the same man holding the barrel of my gun to his temples several times.

I can’t believe mister Jackson refuses to check out back, there is absolutely no way that was just an echo, there’s no way the sound of a tv could carry in a way that it sounds like there’s a battle going on just outside the door I was standing at, even if he had the windows open and the volume at it’s maximum, it just can not be, the shouting, the cussing, the sound of that angry dog, that was undoubtedly real and it was close!

It's unmoving and I know for a fact he won't stand again to fight. I look around and see the madness coming to a slow end. The rogues falling one by one. Howling sounds through the cold air as the last few rogues take off upon seeing their leader and fellow comrades fall. In an instant I'm picked up onto my feet by Pierson, but I wobble because my broken leg shoots pain when I put any pressure on it. Pierson's hands roam my hips, arms, and face. "Are you okay?" He asks breathlessly.

I didn’t need to be told twice, I need to give my boys the space they need to shoot back. With me in their way, they couldn’t return fire, so I fell flat on the floor immediately, getting myself out of the crossfire and I rolled over and started shooting back at them, forcing them back as well. Two guys fell down dead while the last guy got hit in the knee. He ran back to take cover and nurse his injuries.