Mark Jefferson Novelas e Histórias

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

Kane stood in McLauren's office , the scent of aged whiskey and stale cigar smoke hanging heavy in the air. The old man gray-haired, fat, and always with a drink in hand poured himself another glass, his beady eyes fixed on Kane. "You're the face of this place, son," McLauren sighed, swirling the amber liquid before downing it in one gulp. "It's sad to see you go." Kane didn't flinch. He had never liked McLauren. The man was ruthless, a businessman first, a human second. But Kane respected him, if only because he had given him purpose when he had nothing.

he blurted out. As soon as he gave such a simple response—like something a complete novice would say—everyone began jeering and making fun of him. They told him that his punishment was to drink. Kieran was in a great mood, so whatever he had said to Eleanor during that call must have gone incredibly well. He picked up his glass and knocked it back in one motion without even objecting. Until Rhett’s time came, the game continued around the circle. After a little pause, he answered fluently, "Château Margaux, 1787. While serving as ambassador to France, Thomas Jefferson issued multiple orders.”

Timothy bundled me into his arms, being very careful of my burn. "Ssh sweetheart, it's over." He soothed me and I drifted to sleep from exhaustion and pain. My body just couldn't let me stay away through the pain anymore and I passed out because of it. ** TIMOTHY Kate passed out in my arms and I picked her up, being very careful not to jostle her too much and hurt her even more. The B breeder mark has a massive X across it now to show that she was no longer a breeder and now all I had to do was give her my mark.

"Let's change the topic, secretary." 'Gosh! What a slip of tongue'

I couldn’t save my family, but maybe…just maybe the rest of the world was up for grabs. I loosened the button on my jacket. “I don’t know about the finer details. For those who don’t know, my father is Markieff Keiser. He was also mayor before he became the Secretary of Health and Werewolf Services. Wintercrest might be the city of Apocrypth, but there are things that we can improve on.” “The late Dr. Keiser did leave a mark on Wintercrest. Aprocrypth on a whole. The people of the Spiritaria Region. Is it that you plan to follow in his footsteps?”

"Because it resists being chewed." Jefferson didn't smile. He didn't even blink. He had eyes like a shark—grey, flat, and dead. He sat at my right hand. Armano stood behind my chair, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. Every time Jefferson moved, Armano shifted his weight, a subtle, predatory dance. "The bread is... adequate," Jefferson said. "The men appreciate the calories. Morale is... difficult in the field." "I imagine it is," I said. "Especially when you're invading a sovereign nation under false pretenses."

I doubt the question. “Jefferson doesn’t have a family anymore, that’s all I know” Tito Jayson suddenly interjected. My eyes remained on Zyke. “He’s my father’s step brother. We haven’t had contact with him for a long time, I haven’t met him either but all I know is that he killed his real family because of money” Zyke explained. That was tragic. Just because of money a person can do a lot, even can kill. I turned to Sir Velasquez.