Novel & Cerita Solo Level

When I got out, I found my blue suit with white shirt laid out on the bed, complete with my brown shoes and socks. “Hey boss! Hurry up will you? We’re starving after cleaning all day. If we hurry we can make it to Joey's and eat his signature ste—-.” “Holly shit! Chris! Come out here.” Hailey shouted, cutting Lea off. “What? What’s wrong?” I said, clutching on my towel after I ran as fast as I could because Hailey’s voice sounded like it was life and death. “Look!” Lea said, pointing at my flat screen tv.

"He's all used-up, and you're still acting like he's a treasure? You must be really desperate! What's the difference between that incubus and a dog in heat? Someone like you should just find an honest guy willing to take you in!" Tracy Rowe was standing outside the county office with Jamie Stephenson, arguing with me at the top of her lungs. Meanwhile, Lionel Andrus, the man with an incubus bloodline, was waiting quietly to the side, holding our paperwork.

-- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse" I heard the master talking to the institution's doctor, Andrew in a low tone. Lately, I've been having blackouts after a mission. On days like this, it gets difficult to get any sleep and I have to be bedridden for two hours or more depending on how grave my nightmare is. "You know I'm trying my best here but it's like her mind shuts down to protect itself from damage. You'll have to let her stop doing jobs for a while if you don't want to lose her".

Stepping forward is Desmond and Johnathan. So which one of you fags should we shoot at first, pointing a gun to the back of their heads. “Hey,” says the HL, “it's me, Solo,” he says to Johnathan. Solo is his friend at school. “This fag just bashed the windows of our car. It's HL all the way. You know how we roll, dawg. If you don’t mind, let us finish our business.” Now glancing over at Joshua, Johnathan starts laughing, “you finish this guy off. Are you fucken nuts?” Joshua remaining quiet says nothing because he would hate to be in prison for killing someone, and he now has a child on the way. Solo says, “what's so funny? This is a new face around here. He bashed the windows of my car.”

“WELL, WELL, WELL—I'M GOING TO BE CHOOSING THE BEST COUPLE FOR TONIGHT’S SHOW TO COME GIVE US SOME SMOOOOTH MOVES.” This. This is what life outside Michael’s world feels like. I feel like I’ve been in chains for years. Even though I’m not completely free yet, nothing compares to this sense of liberation. “I SEE THEM! EVERYONE, MAKE WAY FOR THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DAMSEL IN L.A, THE LADY IN THE SHINY RED DRESS AND HER MAN IN A BLACK SUIT!!!” I turned around in search of the couple, but immediately froze the moment the light dropped on us.

They all gave me an encouraging smile and turned around to give me some privacy to remove my clothes. I carefully removed my dress, underwear, and shoes and folded them neatly into a pile. I stood back up and looked up at the moon. ‘Are you ready, Emma?’ My wolf said. ‘I am.’ I responded. ‘How do I do this?’ ‘Just let go. It will hurt. But don’t fight it. It will be over soon. Let go and give me control.’ She said. I did what she said. I took a deep breath and let her take control of our mind and body. I started to feel my bones break. I let out a little scream and fell down on my knees.

Only him! ***

I feel so alone. --------------------

I have been rushing to clear level seven and eight without logging out. When I did the beta version, it took me a minimum of three days if not longer to clear each level. Now I was trying to get to level eight in forty-eight hours. Since I still had to work on Monday, I needed to meet with Luka beforehand. I struggled with the Boss on level seven, but only because I was mentally and emotionally drained. I couldn’t log out and revisit it later since I reached the Boss on Sunday night. Since I was playing solo right now, every time I died, I would respawn outside of the Boss’s Dungeon.

The familiar automated message filled his ear: The number dialed is no longer in service. Dominic clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling up inside him. Solo was gone, and he was beginning to feel the weight of that loss. The following day, Solo sat at her small kitchen table, a notebook in front of her. Sketches of her jewelry designs were scattered across the surface. Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen. It was her mentor. “The event is in two weeks. You’ll need to be ready.” Solo exhaled, her hand resting on her non-existent baby bump. This was it. Her chance to build a future for herself and her children. A future that had nothing to do with Dominic Hale.