Tower Of Rayne Syndicate の小説・ストーリー

I had gotten a call from my private investigator and he had told me that Elliott didn't plan on just accepting defeat and I wasn't surprised but what he said next surprised me so much, I couldn't say anything for a whole minute. Rayne's most top investors were planning pulling out of her company and it was because of the smear campaign Elliot had started. She had been so consumed with taking him down that she had not realized that her own kitchen was on fire and she still hasn't until it sneaks up on her and when it does I didn't want her to be here. It was too toxic for her. "Sometimes I feel like going to see him at his hospital and just see if he can recognize me as his daughter" she was

I agreed, pulling out my cell phone. Daniela: Caleb, Silverclaw was attacked. We are making a final strike against the Syndicate. Wade is dead, and Noya is vulnerable. Are you in? “Collin and Tanner, gather every warrior we have,” Kurt instructed. “On it.” They answered in unison, quickly leaving the office.

“You stopped the slaughter. You saved them.” Her lips curved faintly. “Did I? Or did I only show them another way to worship me?” He wanted to argue, but he couldn’t. The truth was carved into the world outside — graffiti, altars, and bloodied symbols of her name. Cassian and Dante — The Division In the war room below, the two men stood on opposite sides of the table — maps glowing between them. Cassian slammed his fist against the surface. “We need to dissolve what’s left of the syndicate before the Veil reforms. They’re feeding off the chaos.”

Cullen sat in his office staring out the window. He was still trying to wrap his brain around the latest information he had received. Originally he had believed that the raids his southern border was suffering were perpetrated by the La Rayne. Stephen La Rayne, alpha asshole, of that pack had always been trouble. When he wanted to torment the human population he had a tendency to do it on other people's land so that the branch of the American government that periodically monitored and helped to hide the lycan population would blame someone else.

I just needed to do something with my hands. The thing about the Syndicate, the thing that made it genuinely hard to fight, was that it didn't look like a threat from the outside. It looked like networking. It looked like a group of powerful people who had things in common, stayed in touch, and helped each other out when it was convenient. That was their cover and it was a good one because it wasn't entirely false. They did help each other. They did stay in touch. The line between a social network of powerful people and a coordinated operation that protected its members from legal consequences was thin enough that crossing it was almost invisible.

"Dr. Ryan." He looked at Harper. "I am done playing by the rules, Harper." "No more lawsuits. No more board meetings." "I am going to burn their world down. Even if I have to burn with it." Harper looked into his eyes. The Golden Cat was gone. The Wolf was gone. All that was left was a King of Ashes. "We'll do it together," Harper said fiercely. "But first... we need an army." Sebastian nodded slowly. He looked at Louis. "You said the Syndicate has enemies. Rivals."

“Of course I am. I have no reason to lie. You have my brother in your dungeon. You have to let him go.” “Do I?” the vampire murmured. My stomach tightened. “Your brother stole from us,” he continued. “And we don’t tolerate that.” “What did he steal?” I blurted. “I’ll pay you back.” He smiled fully, fangs gleaming. “No amount of money could pay for it. And payment isn’t the point. It is the principle.” My heart sank. “And who are you?” I asked quietly. “We are the Penumbra Syndicate,” he said. “I am Xavier Nero. This is Kaelen Frost.” He motioned to the scarred Fae. “And Lysander Hale.”