Who Is The Prey Sub Indo Novels & Stories

"Why did you stare at me?" I gulped in fear. It seems like I miscalculated. The predator is always more observant than the prey.

he uttered, his words laden with enigmatic anticipation. With his departure, I found myself alone in the VIP room, clutching the money he had generously bestowed upon me. It equaled two months' worth of salary at Kosho. As I examined the card, a sense of astonishment washed over me. It revealed that Daniel was none other than the CEO of the city's most illustrious information technology group. Furthermore, I learned that Kosho was co-owned by the boss and Daniel himself, though the latter seldom frequented the establishment, leaving its management in the capable hands of Neil Lane.

Ryan parked in front of the NYPD building on Broadway, he walked into the entrance of the brown brick building, there was a large 34th police precinct written on the side of the building. Different types of cars as well police cars painted in blue and white were parked in front of the building. The agent walked into the building with a rubber bag holding two large burgers and a bottle of orange juice in his hand— which was his breakfast. He marched on boldly into the storey building, ”Hey Flinch!” He waved at the security man at the entrance.

He was sure even a whisper would alert the shadow he was looking at in the dark. What it was, he didn’t know. He was sure, though, that it was bent over to a lump, unmoving body of someone. The creature was groaning, but its prey was no longer in the defense. Adjusting to the darkness, it became a challenge not to make a noise when he took in the feature of the monster. It looked just like the ones from the movie he, and others before her, were so fond of binge-watching. “What is happening?” he whispered, tears racing down once again as he slowly moved back.

He has a head of thick black hair. My private investigators did a good job. The appearance matches so far. He turns to me, a pair of bright grey eyes fringed by sooty lashes settle on my face. His eyes are shrewd. He has an aristocratic nose and a powerful jawline. Lance Hamilton, alias Il Santi. No one quite knows his parents or his education. He is the youngest recorded boss of the syndicate and so far, seems to have earned the respect of the people he leads—or beaten it out of them. He is reputed to be violent.

KAINE’S POV It takes fifty seconds for my protection mark to appear. And it's only by thirty-nine, she finally stops resisting. *Great Hel. She’s too stubb—* The sudden, sharp pressure of her teeth sinking into my lip cuts my thoughts short. She actually drew blood. I lean back a little. Most prey would freeze when cornered. They would not bide their time, waiting for an opening to retaliate. They would not try to fight back. “How dare you? Let go of me, you beast!” she spits, her blue eyes blazing at me.

Kain immediately straightened. Now this was interesting. The vehicles weren't part of the original intelligence report. Several men exited. Armed. Disciplined. Professional. Not Julian's people. Not local muscle. Something bigger. The restaurant suddenly looked much smaller. Much more dangerous. Dmitri lowered his binoculars. "Those aren't the contacts we expected." "No." Kain's voice was flat. Controlled. Dangerously quiet. A fourth vehicle arrived. Then a fifth. One of the men stepped out.

She closed her eyes as she let the tears flow freely down her cheeks, there was nothing she could do against these people. They were formidable and she was only their toy to play with as they deemed fit. Alessandro had made it clear today that he was not done dealing with her. She could not even being to fathom how he had ripped a man’s head off his neck, shattering bones and tendons with just his bare hands. She steadied herself on his shoulders as he quickened his pace. Her tears increased, her thoughts were confused, she could not think clearly but one thing she was sure of was that Alessandro was a predator, a very deadly kind and she was his prey...

I snap at him. He does not say anything else. This time, Craig speaks up. "Is she the one?" I take my eyes off the huge monitor in front of me that displays the affairs of the pack. The monitor was created by the same witch, she was able to create it to watch the other members of my pack that are at the Evermore pack house. I turn to gaze at Craig with a raised brow. "What do you mean?" "I mean we all know Ella is not your mate. You seem to care about this girl a whole lot. Is she the one your heart yearns for?"

Prey instructed the maids, and leaving the kitchen. As she came out from the kitchen, she saw Maya entering the office. She looked at Maya with deadly expression. Prey is a CAMELEON. She was difficult to know her true identity. Even Alex whom was her ex-lover and Adeline whom was her close friend, they didn’t know her deeply. None of them still didn’t know what she was capable of doing. Prey entered into their bedroom upstairs. She met Maya’s father sitting on the bed pressing his phone. She walked closed to him. She bent a bit and kissed him on his forehead. Maya’s father kissed her back with smiles on his face.