Novel & Cerita The Three Musketeers

Ruby’s POV “Hey friend, how are you doing? Sorry to barge in, but your mum let me in.” Zama jumps into the bed and cuddles me from behind. "Are you okay? let me guess it's the three musketeers." She asks, I just nod. If I speak, I will break down again. “Oh friend, I am sorry you have to pass through all this. I know it’s hard for you.” She says. I truly miss my friend, I miss the life we had before all this drama unfolded.

( Sitting on top of the bench, rubbing his hand on the boy's hair messing it up a little bit with a smile on his face showcasing his perfect teeth) David: Stop that(pushing the boy's hand off his head) mind calling me David from now on Auther: David James Mathews, okay sure thing, and who is your friend here, hey I'm Auther(Reaching for a handshake) "And for a minute I thought I became invincible to the public eye, I'm Jules, and nice to meet you Auther" ●Outside the School Jules: So what will we call ourselves? David: huh Jules: Like the Three of Us Auther: Well, we can always stick with our names( Walking in between them as he pulls them for a group hug ) David: What about "

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Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

The Musketeers were waiting in the hallway. Sophia, Madison, and Claire blocked my path, their expressions triumphant and cruel. “Well, well,” Sophia said. “The little seducer himself.” I tried to move around them, but Madison stepped in my way. “Where do you think you’re going?” she asked. “We just want to talk.” “I don’t have anything to say to you,” I muttered. “That’s too bad,” Claire said, pushing me backward. “Because we have a lot to say to you.”

The brave version of me disappears. Dread replaces her. Thomas's phone in my coat pocket is my only ticket to courage, so I squeeze it hard, stand up, and follow the guard. The chatter of the cafe is severed the moment we step through the door and descend into a soundproof, hidden basement bunker. Mr. Knights is sitting behind an oak desk. I march up boldly, reach into my pocket, and place the black phone onto the polished wood before him. "I have something. His private phone, texts, everything. There must be something useful on it. Please leave my family and me alone.”

The witches rode in the center, their runes pulsing brighter as we drew closer to the old mines, and I felt the shift in the air long before we saw the collapsed mill—thicker, heavier, like the atmosphere itself had turned sour with dark magic. We dismounted a quarter mile out, leaving the horses tethered under guard while the rest of us moved forward on foot. I signaled the captains to spread the soldiers out in a classic pincer formation—fifty to circle left through the trees, fifty right along the ridge line, the remaining hundred holding the center with the witches while Lucien, Alastair, Varynia, and I took point. Alastair adjusted the straps on his armor as we approached the hidden ent

However, the other two paid her no mind, kicking her in the chest and sending her flying. I had seen enough of this show and finally waved my hand. "How dare you come and go as you please in our royal cemetery?" As I spoke, the guards forming a circle suddenly charged toward the three males in the center. The scene immediately erupted into chaos. Though the beastmen were formidable, I had deliberately brought many elite soldiers. Moreover, I fought with all the hatred from my previous life; each strike aimed to kill. The three were overwhelmed and had no choice but to transform into their beast forms, dragging the unconscious Victoria as they fled.

Lenny’s got that satisfied smirk, Marcus is all military posture, and a bunch of guards follow behind. Then the front gates open—and in walk the Three Musketeers like victorious gladiators. Eva leads the way, radiating ‘don’t mess with me’ vibes. Parker looks like he lost a fight with a shrub. And Sonia? Sonia strolls in like she owns the damn castle. I elbow Trixie, grinning. “There he is. Your emotional tornado.” She rolls her eyes so hard I swear I hear a muscle pop. I glance at Parker, then Eva, then finally Sonia—and that’s when the world slams to a stop.

He bowed before leaving, and then he left before pausing at the door. “It slipped my mind, master, but the musketeers requested to see you.” He informed. “Where are they now?” “In the garden.” “By this time.” “It isn't quite dark milord.” After he left, I had a change of clothes and walked to the garden. The musketeers were there, having a mini picnic. “You wanted to see me.” I said as I got to where they were. “You’ve been scarce these days.” Ivana said. “And you look like you’ve lost a little weight. Come sit and have something to eat.”

The people there stared at us. "Just smile and wave, girls, smile and wave," Karmen instructed us. "What are we? The penguins of Madagascar?" Elise scoffed. "Hey, why can't you think of something nicer like Miss. Universes or something?" Karmen gave her a look. I couldn't help giggling at these two. At last, we found a table by the window and settled down.