The Sixth Man Novel Novels & Stories

Even Chuck was speechless. The whole no-jail plan? His idea. Back when Sharon was just an intern, all sweet and soft-spoken. He figured a girl like that must've snapped under pressure. He liked her—enough to cover up what she'd done. But six years later? She'd only gotten worse. No guilt, no shame. Yasmine would've never pulled this crap. Chuck's jaw clenched. He kept seeing Yasmine—steady, decent, strong.

Wendy said with a catch in her throat, "Our families are long-time friends. You can't just leave me like this. Otherwise, I'll tell my father!" Lucian finally caved in. He said to me, "Nina, I'll take her to the hospital. Stay here and have fun. I'll be back soon." I nodded, hoping that they would leave quickly, so I could go home and rest too. Once they all left, I was planning to leave too. Right at this moment, the doors to the room open. A group of homeless men entered! They immediately locked their eyes on me and snickered lewdly. "That woman wasn't lying. Not only are we getting paid, but we also get to sleep with such a gorgeous woman! We're in luck!"

“We only need to speak with her.” “Access denied,” the man snapped, raising his bow. My men bristled, ready to tear him apart, but Novel held up a hand. She took a slow, cautious step forward into the "no-man's-land" between the two groups. “I know why your pack is dying,” she said, her voice ringing clear through the ruins. The man scoffed. “You know nothing, girl. Run back to your protector before you end up dead.” My blood turned to fire. I reached for him, my claws ready to lengthen, but Novel’s gaze stopped me. I let out a frustrated huff, forced to trust her.

Ethan pushed two heavy suitcases with one hand while holding his other arm around me to keep me safe from the crowd jostling me. “Naomi, Mr. Agnelli said that he’s at the parking lot by Exit B.” I looked up and stopped dead in my tracks. Standing right outside the arrival gates was a man in a black overcoat. It was Lorenzo. He had lost a lot of weight. The fierce confidence he once carried was long gone. Now, his back was slightly hunched. He seemed to grow a decade older in three years, his eyes clouded with fatigue and weariness. A dark coffee-like stain marked his coat collar, and dust dulled his leather shoes.

Hope after hope. Failure after failure. From Shay who was killed… To Ethan who divorced me… To Damien who gave me children and disappeared from their lives… To Kai, who played love like a game… And now Lucian— Absent. My chest tightened painfully. I flipped back to the first page. The cliff. The beginning. The moment everything had felt possible. Six men. Six paths. Six choices. And then— Something caught my attention. I leaned closer. My breath slowing. My eyes scanning the image again.

It might not have been this severe, but he had also fallen into drugs. Returning to the country without them triggered violent withdrawals, and he frequently harmed himself. Instinctively, I stepped back. As I passed, Thayer’s eyes widened, locking on mine. Then, with immense effort, he raised a trembling hand, freezing everyone in place. I took a few steps forward, my gaze hard, knowing he had words for me. Through clenched teeth, he said, “The Fairchilds chose you for profit. This marriage… You won’t find happiness.” I smiled faintly and replied in a voice only he could hear, “It doesn’t matter.”

Even though he wasn’t talking to me his eyes were still trained to mine. A growl erupted from the hallway and then suddenly my vision was blocked by a grey hoodie. If that hadn’t been a big enough clue to who’s back I was staring at then the way the fabric outlined the tone muscle underneath it would have. I could feel my shoulders relax knowing that Six was here. “She’s not my girl, she's a charity case I picked up off of the streets.” His voice was cold and hard as he spoke to the man. I had no clue what a charity case was so I didn’t bother to disagree with Six however the other man did. “Now your Majesty, we both know that that is a lie so why don’t you just go back into the hallway. You

Men outside. Guards. We got out. "You Moretti?" one asked. "Yeah." "Angelo's inside. You're late." "We're here. That's what matters." They frisked us. No weapons. Led us inside. Angelo Russo sat at a table. Fifties. Scarred. Dangerous. Four men with him. All armed. "Dante Moretti. I thought you'd be taller." "Disappointed?" "Curious. You killed six of my men. Now you want my help?"

Across from Frederick, the black-clad man's smile slowly faded, his expression growing cold. "Nice strategy! It seems our plans have been exposed," he said, his tone darkening. "What's your rank in Organization V?" Frederick asked, his face impassive. "I’m the one in charge of Aston State. My code name is Six," Six replied. "It troubles me that you’re making such a fuss!" Frederick smiled faintly. "If you're scared, then surrender. Tell me everything you know if you want to live, and I’ll guarantee you'll live a few more years!"