When Flanders Failed Novels & Stories

Then, he told his brawlers, “Clean this up.” From beginning to end, he never even gave me or our child a second glance. “Mrs. Marconi, get back to the car!” a bodyguard roared at me. I abruptly came back to myself and saw that Enzo had been forced into a corner, with two soldati lying on the ground. I had no clue if they were dead or alive. The gunmen were reloading. Within ten seconds, they would start firing again. I tossed the communication device into the fountain behind me and ran out.

"Send another signal! Get Crimson Wyrm Master and his men in here now!" Darko spat out a mouthful of blood, his energy dwindling rapidly. He overestimated his strength. He did not even qualify to delay for time. Whoosh! Whoosh! Several signal flares streaked across the sky, casting a crimson glow over the battlefield. Not just Darko—his subordinates were panicking as well. If their rebellion failed, the only fate awaiting them was death. "Why aren't they here yet? Send another one!" Minutes later, Darko took a punch to the chest, spitting blood as he staggered backward.

“Not today,not ever.” “You're joking.” Zander’s shoulders squared. “Why not?” “Why not? You really want to play dumb, Zander? Fine.” Hawk barked a humorless laugh. He jabbed a finger in my direction. “Flinn is dead because of her.” My heart plunged. “No,” I whispered, because denial was the only thing I had to hold onto. “That’s not….” “Save it,” Hawk snapped. “We all know who ran for the hills when shit went down.”

He tried not to spiral, but all he saw was Zoe, bleeding, dragging herself to the door, step by step. His team came back fast. "Mr. Klein, Ms. Hart boarded a flight to Florenze three hours ago." "What are you standing around for? Prep the jet—we leave in ten!" But the guy didn't budge. Instead, he pulled out a microSD card. "Sir, we found something else. About Ms. Morvain." Jacob's jaw tightened. "Lillian?" He slid the chip into his phone. Lillian's voice cut through—sharp, ice-cold.

Surprising Vallas found himself that he didn’t really care much about the success of the mission as much as he cared for Penn safety. “He does not know his left from his right.” Penn exclaimed. “He challenged me yesterday and almost made Stanley also wring his neck today with his actions. He shot the flare at the place resistance was hiding like he wanted to alert the guards to that spot. His actions are questionable. I need to know if he can be trusted and I want you to tell me without anybody else here for you to watch your words.”

I had been patient for so long. It was finally time to end the game. After taking over the company, I snatched several major deals right out of Joel’s hands. Yorks Corporation was no match for Xanders Corporation. Besides, he was known for being a thug in college. He dropped out of college early and did not have much education to speak of. Every time he confronted a business partner to try to persuade them to choose him, he failed. “Helen, are you taking revenge on me?”

Alexander could not help but frown upon hearing this, finding it inappropriate as well. Then, he looked at Andrius and said tactfully, “Respected Wolf King, the Knights of Death is a crucial place for Flandom. It will greatly damage our reputation if you conduct a search.” Andrius looked at Alexander and said calmly, “Five-star General, a special transport plane from Florence was hijacked and stopped in Flandom’s territory, with the crew missing. I’d like to ask, who else other than you guys can do this? Today, I represent not just the Lycantroops.”

They were around fifty in number and fought with utmost precaution. Their main motive was to run away from palace and return back to their queen who was residing in Florence. Though it was a stupid move from her side but they were nobody to question her. Their purpose had been half served. They were successful in creating mess between brothers but they weren't able to kill King Atticus and even lost Aelia along with few soldiers. They didn't know how much it would cost them but their one motive was fulfilled and that was to steal the map. Not being able to kill King Atticus was a major setback but at least, their army had advantage in the battlefield. What they didn't know was that Eagles ha

Saeris said simply. A muscle worked in Flynn’s jaw. “Yes. He does.” He dragged in a breath. “And I failed him. Failed all of them. I was so determined to be the Alpha my father was that I never once questioned whether the ground beneath me was solid.” His gaze dropped. “I questioned nothing. And people died because of my blindness.” The yard was very still. Saeris didn't know how to take this Flynn. Vaelen let the silence sit precisely long enough to become uncomfortable. Then, with the unhurried ease of a man, he spoke.

His words were sufficient to paint the severity of the situation. Pisces asked, “Commander, shouldn’t Lord Vedastus be on the international flight with Fiora? Why is he in House of Vistaria? What’s going on? Why isn’t there any news from Fiora yet?” Thomas shook his head. He sighed and said, “We’ve failed.” Failed? Pisces widened his eyes. “What do you mean ‘failed’? Did our plan fail? That’s impossible. Every step we planned was perfect. How could we fail? Did something go wrong?”