The Sixth Man Novel Novels & Stories

I want him to ask if I am okay after what happened, but he has gone radio silent, probably tucked in his cozy bedroom, sleeping. "Oh, my God, look at this," Sienna’s voice cuts through the loud music. She spins her phone around to face the group, showing a freshly updated page from New York Elite Gossip. SPOTTED AT AURA MANHATTAN: The Six Wives of New York have officially reunited. Word on the street is that the city’s favorite heiresses are out to play. Summer just got a whole lot hotter! "They work fast," Elena remarks dryly, leaning back against the plush booth and swirling her drink. "We’ve been in the building for less than forty-five minutes, and the blogs are already tracking our coor

Gun pressed to her back. "Hello, everyone," the man said. "I've been looking for you." Volodya. Not dead. Not even injured. Alive. And very, very angry. --- End of Chapter Sixty-Six.

In North City's matchmaking circles, everyone knew my name, Renee Ranford. I was the girl who always hung around the five Parker brothers. According to the gossip, I'd already ruined four of their engagements. I had skin thick enough to survive any amount of ridicule, and no sense of shame whatsoever. I never wore makeup. I never acted sweet. Every other sentence out of my mouth referred to them as my "bros." Yet somehow, every woman who tried to marry into the family ended up walking away. The rumors only got worse. "That tomboy's a complete psycho. She can't stand seeing anyone else happy." "She loves being the only woman surrounded by men. The second one of those brothers starts dat

He smiled back, and the kind old man left with his car. At his hotel room, he settled in the cozy warm lighted room. It had one queen bed paired with fluffy white sheets and a fluffy white blanket. It also had two big pillows and another two small ones. It was like luxury for him since he and his mom were quite poor. He used to deposit to his own bank account since he was eleven. Turns out all his effort on it was quite worth it.

Armed with countless weapons, money, and new identities, the man I call Six drags me around the world. The manhunt is on and Six is the next target. Can we find out who is killing off the Cleaners before they find us? Two down, seven to go. When it’s all over he’ll finish the job that dropped him into my life, and end it. Stockholm Syndrome meets bucket list, and the question of what would you do to live before you died. The questions aren’t always answered in black and white. Gray becomes the norm as my morals are tested. Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive.

The dark-haired man approaches him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You must be hungry. Feast, my child," he says as he opens another cell door. The young man, almost as if possessed, lunges into the cage, pouncing on one of the people. He pins the person down and, goes straight for the throat, he rips it out and, feasts upon the blood. Muffled voices cry out around me as the young man kills every living being in that cell. Blood soaks the ground, filling the room with a metallic smell.

That night, under the gaze of the Moon Goddess, I swore I’d grant him sixty-six favors, no matter right or wrong. We weren’t fated mates. However, years ago, Liam had pursued me with a fierce devotion. He even snuck into the dark woods to pick my favorite berries and shielded me on the battlefield time and time again, which gave him sixty-six scars. So, I gave him sixty-six favors. For seven years, he never once used them until six months ago, when Isabella came back. He’d burned through sixty-three of them. This was the sixty-fourth. My chest heaved, and my nails dug into my palms. Slowly, I bowed my head and apologized with the formal Luna etiquette.

IMPORTANT If you haven’t read Mafia Men VI – Alessandro’s Games, stop right here. Seriously, close this book, go read that one, and then come back. Trust me, you’re going to need the backstory, the drama, and all the twists to fully get what’s about to happen here. This book kicks off right where Alessandro’s Games left us hanging. No time skips, no recaps. You’ll want to know who everyone is, why they act the way they do, and what’s already gone down to set the stage for what’s next.

“Stand down, we're not alone, stay inside until I give the all clear.” “Boss.” I looked around and scanned the surroundings. “So you're alive I thought the Russian prick was lying. I can see clearly he wasn't.” A male six feet tall came walking towards us alone; he was either brave or stupid. “Let me introduce myself. Orian Miller. Better known as O.” I cranked my gun. “You made us lose our women.” “You did that all by yourself, Green. You should've been aware that it was a set up, but you were to dumb and drunk to realise that you'd been played. NowI'm here to get what belongs to me.”

the old man says "Ernesto," Jamal says walking over to the man to hug him "Ernesto this is, Africa" Ernesto looks at Jamal dumfounded "Well she won't tell me her name," he says holding Ernesto's shoulder "No it's not that it's just the whole don't tell strangers your name policy I grew up with" damn I am lying through my teeth truly speaking I don't want to be found on I*******m, Twitter, or TikTok just any social media platform. I didn't even bring my SIM card to this trip cause I didn't want to give anyone my number. The old man stares at us with a bored expression