Matón Novels & Stories

At least I could get some rest on the Firmament, maybe get some practice in with whatever new mech I was given to replace my Prowler. But Mallet wasn't finished. "Each team will contain three members and a commanding officer. Team one, under Martin Telbus, consists of Warren Mathis, Troy Nichols, and Sylvia Braham. They will be guarding the perimeter around the city." I was only half listening. Instead, I was thinking of which mech I hoped I would be assigned. None of them could fully replace a Prowler, but a few could come close. I wanted something Russian or German, with plasma weapons.

ALEX The air in Alex’s office was unusually still, a sharp contrast to the quiet hum of the house beyond its thick doors. He leaned back in his chair, letting his fingers drum a steady rhythm on the polished oak desk as he reviewed the quarterly reports. Numbers were his escape, a world of certainty and structure in the chaos of recent days. A faint flicker on one of the computer monitors caught his eye. The security feed from the backyard cameras, a constant presence on his secondary screen, glitched briefly before returning to normal. A chill ran down his spine, a quiet instinct whispering that something wasn’t right.

My head is dizzy from the contact with the wall and all I want to do is get the hell away from this place, away from this man. I hear the shower starting. Focus. I'm not afraid, I keep telling myself. I am not afraid. I just need to check that damn door again. So I shoot to the entryway and press the handle. My heart flutters. This idiot forgot to lock it. I slowly open the door just a crack and listen. No sound other than shower reaches my ears. I dare to peek outside. I know this place should be full of guards due to my unwillingness in the forest the night before, but there's no one standing outside. Well isn't today my lucky day...

So she node again, she is not in position to ask any question. "After you clear your exam we are going to set some rules and if you break any of the rule wifey believe me you don't like the consequence " Allen node again "Words" "y-ye-es" "Good" he kiss Allen forehead and continue to eat his own breakfast. 'God what I did my past life to deserve all this'

He offered. Until the light of the fire died and he bid goodbye. We hugged each other for the last time and he assured me about Ervin Ross tomorrow. That he will never fail me. He will bring Ervin Ross to me that makes me excited and smile for one last time. I watched him leave before I went back to my bed and went back to sleep with my mom’s dress in my body. I forced myself to fall asleep. The whole house is dark again and quiet. I can hear the squeaky sound of the rat downstairs, and it's cold too because of the wind that is blowing at the window but I don’t care, because I am so excited for tomorrow, in fact I will sleep with a smile now and I know I need to prepare for it. It is going

“ not really, something transpired between us a couple of weeks ago and he has been desperate to find me and instill Dominion.’’ “ you're talking in code Alondra, we do not understand.’’ they said, staring at each other and right back at me. Patricia wrapped her on my lower back and asked me forward as we came to a bench in the middle of the forest and sat down. We were already far from our house and it was only a short while before we reached the Running Fields where all members of the parks would often come for morning rounds in our wolf form. being here text me back to when Justin chased me down.

As they drove in, Bella stared around in awe, they had not exaggerated when they had said the Del Gato compound was majestically built, because it was indeed, tall, very tall palm trees filled the area and a waterfall in it's midst. Bella stared around in amazement, her lips ajar. The car halted and she inhaled for a while ready to meet her Mr Man, her mother gave her a small kiss on the cheeks afterwards. "Dante Cassato himself" a thick masculine voice exclaimed. Bella turned to see the almighty Lorenzo walking majestically down the stairs, clapping.

Walking up, I see the video on the screen shaking and not sure if this is normal. My mom hands me our family knife, and we follow the directions. I then hand the knife back to my mom. The camera shakes and, at first, I think it is an earthquake when the loud booms begin. The Amory yells through the directions and has us walk up to the fire. In Latin, he sends a chant to the Norns, asking for a smooth shift and a long life for all. I then reach to the fire when I hear the scariest and loudest scream come from the screen. At that moment, the fire rises and encompasses the group of us. It blinds me as I fall into darkness. I see more than one figure in the fire and it is so hazy, nothing makes

Her tone filled with concern. God not again...

No 911, no SOS, no cavalry tonight. Back at the watch house, the command center buzzed low—banks of monitors, thermal cams, encrypted radios. A tech—young, twitchy, called “Sparks”—frowned at his station, green glow bathing his face. “Uh, sir?” he called, voice cracking as he tapped the screen. “We just lost—”