The Third Wheel Strikes Back Novels & Stories

Boom! With danger looming, the Third Guardian quickly turned around, kicking out with his Wind-Piercing Kick. He used incredible force as he quickly attacked Leon and Henry! Bang! There was a loud sound as the three of them clashed! The Third Guardian was facing two just by himself. He already knew that he would be no match for Henry and Leon! So, he immediately fell back, using the power from Henry and Leon's attack to leap back, rapidly retreating as he tried to pull away from Leon and Henry!

BOOK TWO: THE DEED Taylor On Friday, with the closing of the Mustang trunk, my time in Chicago ends. I cram all that I treasure tightly inside. My new life and new opportunities lie at the end of this road trip. My heart beats excitedly as I turn the key; the engine roars to life. I unlatch two locks then press the button allowing the top to open. Sunlight warms my face as the top folds neatly in back. The old-school sounds of Train's, Play That Song escape the speakers.

The silence, as our eyes shifted from her retreating figure back to the message, lasted for as long as it took Maya, looming unnoticed behind us, to formulate the perfect accent to the revelation occurring. “‘One plus one equals three’ . . . You are the third, then! We could only hope.”

Thoom! A loud rumble was heard as the Chi barrier was destroyed. The Third Elder’s attack directly landed on the First Elder’s back. Puff! The First Elder was sent flying as blood spewed from his mouth. He dropped to the ground right after. “What’s going on?” Many people immediately moved backward after they realized what had happened. “Third Elder, you…” The First Elder eyed the Third Elder, shocked and fearful. He was lucky that he had his guard up against the Third Elder, and that was why he could concentrate a Chi protective layer so quickly. Although he was hurt, his injuries were not that serious.

He used it to strike the man in the shoulder. ‎ ‎The man stumbled back. ‎ ‎The third man swung the metal bar at the stranger's head. ‎ ‎The stranger turned, not fast enough and the bar clipped his shoulder. ‎ ‎Maya's breath caught in her throat. ‎ ‎The stranger recovered quickly. ‎ ‎He grabbed the attacker's wrist. Twisted it making the man howl in pain. ‎ ‎The stranger kicked him in the chest sending him crashing to the ground. ‎ ‎The silence that followed was heavy.

“Three on one is a confession, not a threat. You’re still afraid to take the loss clean.” Joren’s eyes narrowed. The first strike came from the left—fast, aimed at the knee she had used against him in the evaluations. Phyna turned it, stepped inside the arc, and drove an elbow into the attacker’s ribs hard enough to fold him. The second friend came in high. She slipped the cut, caught the wrist, and used his momentum to send him stumbling into Joren’s line. For a moment the three of them tangled. She used the moment to break the circle and gain open ground.

She walks over to the window and looks down at the street below. “I am not saying do nothing. I am saying do not make it worse. If we lash out, we look guilty. If we stay quiet, people assume we are hiding something. It is a trap, Sofia. And she set it perfectly.” He sighs, a sharp, frustrated sound over the line.

On the way to our wedding, my fiancé got a hysterical call from his ex-wife. "Gavin, he's having another episode. He keeps crying for his daddy." This was the third time it happened. Each time we were about to get married, her son would have another psychosomatic episode. Gavin Grant looked at me hesitantly. I knew what he was thinking, so I nodded. "I'll get out. Go ahead." He clasped my hand gratefully. "I'm sorry, Vivian. I'll make it up to you." Before I could even steady myself, he was already telling the driver to turn around. Still in my wedding dress, I stood by the side of the road and hailed a cab. Then, my phone buzzed with a message from Gavin—he'd given me $100 million.

"On three." "One." The iron groaned, a deep, agonizing sound of a century of debt finally being called in. "Two." I felt her fingers dig into the back of my hands, her stubborn strength feeding directly into mine through the link. "Three!" The wheel finally gave way with a deafening, metallic clank that vibrated through the floor.

“I have earned you. I am not going to spare you.” He continued to challenge me, “You think you deserve our Clan's respect after tricking out Alpha's daughter into running away with you?” Quill shook his head. “And you claim to be her mate.” I got angrier and angrier at every word Quill hurled at me. “You want to fight do not you Quill?” I growled. “let us finally do this and put at end to this challenge.” “Yes,” Quill said, nodding. “Why do not we fight and decide who the third wheel is? Once and for all.”