Three Musketeers Kindle Novels & Stories

Oh, I am so sorry," I said with a sweet, tender voice. I didn't see you there." I heard them grunt and growl at me. Oh, okay, that was strange. Then the wall spoke with a deep manly voice. I thought it was a wall. "Watch where you are going, nerd!" a deep manly voice said with a snarl on his lips and crossing his muscular arms over his chest. Then I saw the two other guys do the same. Wow, they are big and super sexy. But they are cocky jerks. Something tells me they're dangerous and trouble. So, I need to stay away from these kinds of guys. No, Biggie, I thought, still smiled at them. I was trying to walk past them, but they were blocking me.

He fast forwarded until they got in the house and was able to take a close-up screenshot of each of the three fuckers. “Got you, you fuckers.” --------------------------- We both watched the video play as the 3 men walked into the kitchen, looking around. One even opened the fridge and took the carton of milk out and took a swig. “I’ll throw it out.” Buzz hissed, looking pissed as hell.

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV

I gulped down as he kept walking towards me with an icy gaze with his three musketeers following him behind and their eyes locked on me too, giving me shivers down my body… XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Trying to find out positive things in all things. And I knew only one thing that happened great today was receiving the parcel from him. I smiled, recalling his note and especially at the smiling face at the end. Immediately I stopped smiling when three musketeers entered the elevator. Not them, again! I took out my AirPods from my bag and closed my eyes, not looking at any of them. I played soft music to calm my tired mind since it was a long day at work. Soon, the elevator was started moving down. Just a few minutes more, then I would be out of this cage.

It resembled Dragons fire as the ambers bent and moved with the wind. The sound of laughter in front of me, had my attention shifting. Sitting directly across from me was Luca and the man Tyrin addressed as Jamie. In his hands was a large mug full of some liquid. Laughing to the girls around him, the mug was lifted in the air the contents spilling down onto his face. Snorting in disgust I shook my head. "Something wrong there little lady?" A gruff voice asked. Staring at me, Jamie smirked. Standing to his feet I watched him bow to me. "Or should I call you, the Dark Princess of the mountains?"

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.”

He explained. I paused, taking a good look at each one of them. The man speaking was a red-hair, with dark eyes. The other man at the back had dark hair, with pure white eyes, but he could see despite that. While the woman had pure white hair and amber-coloured eyes. I recognised those eyes; I had seen them many years back. Then it struck; they were the infamous three sorcerer musketeers of Landonsville empire. They were rumoured to have been in the celestial ground with the gods. While the other rumour was that they were dead.

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

Her two best friends. She could still feel the river mud from Spouts Bridge, the way it had squelched between her toes when she and Xavier and Chris had hunted frogs at dusk, the three of them laughing till they cried. The pack had called them the Three Musketeers then. She had been a year younger, always trying to keep up; they had fit together in a way that had never needed explaining.