The Last Stand Of 300 Novelas e Histórias

Certain I would fulfill her indulgence of Caleb, just like the ninety-nine times before. When I didn't move, Caleb gave the people around him a look. They understood immediately and began speaking over one another. "Mr. Reed, you can't say that. How could you not know us? You're the one who hired us. Three hundred each. You said we had to help you get justice." "Didn't you say we should beat him until he admitted fault? Were we not harsh enough?" "Exactly. You said Mr. Quinn killed your child, and you said no matter what, we had to make him pay with his life. The chat records are still here. Look, and the transfers too..."

"Logan, will you only be satisfied after you've driven me to my death? Harley Brooks is leaving for Toronto soon. After this, we'll never have another chance to see each other. I'm only going to see him off as his professor. Is that wrong too?" Her phone rang unexpectedly. When she answered, her voice turned impossibly gentle. "Okay, wait for me. I'll be there in half an hour." Before leaving, Leighton tossed the divorce papers into the trash. "We'll discuss when I get back. But don't even think about a divorce." She slammed the door so hard it echoed. Inside the room, only the sound of my own sobbing remained. I'd already checked. There were no flights to Toronto tonight. Sure enough, not l

The agony swallowed everything else, and a bloodcurdling scream tore out of me, my voice ringing through the empty warehouse. Even so, not one person spared me a shred of mercy. Blow after blow, I became nothing but a mangled, blood-smeared heap, until the agony burned itself down to numbness. I had no idea how long it went on. The bodyguards didn't stop until I was barely breathing. In that moment, Andrew stared at me like I was his mortal enemy, as if I had committed the unforgivable. He raised his boot and ground its heavy leather sole across my face.

When I got off work, Ayden was holding more than ten milk teas, looking both ridiculous and uncollected. After seeing me, there was a pleasing smile on his face. He was like a dog wagging its tail, and a single smile from its owner could make him happy for a long time. "Krista, I bought you more than ten milk teas, all of which are your favorite." Staring at those milk teas, I remembered how last autumn I'd begged him for 'the first milk tea of fall' after seeing that silly online trend. What did he say at that time? "Krista, have you forgotten your age? Copying these childish internet games meant for teenage girls, how pathetic can you be?"

Taylor hands me a smaller towel which I use to dry my hair, letting out a little laugh when I remove it and my hair is left standing on end like I have been electrocuted. Suddenly Taylor is standing behind me, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror as his fingers tug at the edge of the towel which I had folded over to secure it in place. A moment later the towel has dropped to my feet and I can feel Taylor pressing his body into the back of mine. “Do you remember the last time we were stood here, like this?” Taylor murmurs into my ear.

Raindon bellowed with fury. "To the last man!" echoed his thirty warriors, their voices rising as one. Even up against a rival who was leagues beyond their own strength, not one soul thought of backing down.

"Now, show me your defensive stance. We spar." We clashed in the small clearing. I moved faster today, ducking under her wild swings and using my smaller frame to slide past her guard. I was finally learning how to use my size as an advantage, just like Earth said. Later that afternoon, a sudden order came down from the Alpha's office. North had ordered me to join the evening border patrol. I was shocked, but I didn't complain. I put on my heaviest boots and joined the group of four experienced warriors at the edge of the iron gates.