Unlabeled Flag Novels & Stories

WARNING!! The system displayed a red-flag warning: OPPONENT IS A REGULAR PLAYER AT TOP TIER15 WITH SIGNIFICANT EXPERIENCE. YOU ARE CURRENTLY UNRANKED AND UNRECOGNIZED BY THE SYSTEM. FOR YOUR SAFETY, YOU MAY CLICK THE EXIT BUTTON TO QUIT BEFORE THE MATCH STARTS. The message was long, but Adrian didn’t have the patience to read through it. He simply clicked Skip. YOU CAN INSPECT ANY WEAPON YOU’D LIKE TO USE.

Didn't want to open it but the notification got annoying and I wanted to snooze it only to tap on the messages from unknown. "What tye fu@k?" ... TBC

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

Not close at all. ***

Why would you wanna keep a mentally unstable woman as your Luna? "Watch it!" Marcus was shaking with anger, but we were still in the administrative building. Mindful of his Alpha status, he forced himself to swallow it down. Noelle tilted her head, thinking for a moment. Then her eyes lit up. "Dad, if you sever your mate bond with Mom, that means you can have a bonding ceremony with Aunt Clara!" "That's great!" Rowan chimed in. "Mom, hurry up and leave. We want Aunt Clara to be our new mom!"

As Nysaa carried on with her relentless insults, the tension escalated, and a small crowd began to form, curious about the unfolding drama. Unbeknownst to both the man and Nysaa, Mace Sinclair, who had been stranded by his car just a few yards away, had heard the commotion. Irritation etched on his face, he approached the scene to intervene. His towering presence cast a shadow over the two quarreling individuals.

That afternoon, Serena's phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Unknown numbers. Nonstop calls. Her screen lit up with message after message—vile, cruel, endless. She could handle the hate. Barely. But what cut deeper? Her studio was getting dragged with her. Angry users swarmed the company's page: [Fire the homewrecker! What are you waiting for?] [Only trash studios hire mistresses—hope you crash and burn.] [Serena Saun better get on her knees and apologize to Maggie Cheape!]

the announcer says, and I smile when I spot the friendly group of females. Their white dresses are similar in style to ours and look good against their skin tones. They take their seats quickly and the arena goes quiet. "Now that the announcements have been read let me repeat the colors. Cok green, Gaimo red, Earth blue, Puelo white, Makskin gold, Glortinon orange, Shikaz yellow, Hassin purple, Bronkark brown, Frole silver, Vaals burgundy, and Kea black. We have flags and support banners available for scanning on the screens, and you can pick them up once the matches are set. Now let's bring back out the Males," the Kea says excitedly, and the crowd begins to chant as the men come onto the f

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

Sam no longer controlled his anger, he fisted the car had, letting his frustration out but she did not even flinch. “Fine, call him.” He dialled the number on the phone, waited until someone picked up but no one did. “I have to send him a text, send, 'I have news about Andre, you will love to know it.' It's our code to say, pick up its urgent.” she grinned at him. Sam typed the message, raised his head to look at her again, he sent the message unsure whether it was the right decision or not. A few minutes later, the phone began to ring, he picked the call and placed it on a loudspeaker.