Eron Camden just wanted to be free of his past... He was hellbent to escape it all: Being the oddity of the pack, dealing with a demanding Alpha father, living in the shadow of his overachiever brother and working for a corrupt, sex-starved boss who wanted to keep him in his private army/ Finally finding a way to fake his own death and erase his former assassin/mobster identity, he moved into the most remote mountain village he can find and lived the life of a hunter/logger/handyman while staying off the grid. While doing so, he found himself being accepted by the village people, loved by the local children and even trusted by the community elders. And upon meeting the widow Diwana, he knew he never wanted to leave that village again. But, unfortunately for him, his past is fast catching up to him. Worse, he is totally unaware of it. Would they still accept him if they knew who he really was? Will he still dare stay and endanger everyone he now loves?
"Surrender now, Right Hand! We'll make it short and sweet if you do that!"
"Holy crap, Ogre, you really going to do this now? Yap yap yap instead of just shooting at me? Are we in a fucking B action movie or what?"
"We mean it, A-Bomb, stop joking around! Better that you just give up the fight and spare yourself the torture once we gun you down!"
"Bro! That's a classic bad guy move, ok? Once you start monologuing, it's over! You're gonna lose for sure!"
"Damn it, A! It's fight or flight! What do you really want to do? But whatever you choose, be prepared for the consequences!"
"Whatever I choose, I'm never going back! NEVER, you hear me Hiro!"
"So be it..."
The muscular man in the leather jacket, black jeans, and ankle-high leather boots kept his Ruger American pistols near his chest as a continuous barrage of gunfire razed the wall where he was hiding. He knew that the cemented outdoor partition of the mall parking space where his former colleagues and underlings had forced him to hide was quite adequate to keep him safe for a while.
A while meant fifteen minutes of continuous fire from semi-automatic handguns and artillery rounds from heavy assault rifles. He's lucky they didn't bring a bazooka.
"Or did they?" he mumbled to himself. "If I knew my boss, he'd probably insist on The Left Hand to bring one."
A split-second silence gave him the boost to sprint from his hiding place, shooting as he ran to another wall to hide behind again. He counted at least three people that he was sure he hit fatally and around five that he had managed to injure with his continuous gunshots.
"Hooray for enhanced hearing! The sound of my bullets hitting body parts and those cries of pain and surprise are enough for me to know where I got them and who I just hit. Sorry, guys, but it's my life on the line here and I always put myself first in these situations. Now, where the heck is that car..." he whispered to himself as the poor wall he was hiding started to look like a sponge due to the new hail of bullets hitting it non-stop.
From his vantage point, he was finally able to spot the black and elegant Mercedes Benz, which was the car his boss had gifted him two months before. Of course, at that time he was still the beloved Right-Hand man of their district's governor.
He's the only one the governor could trust to kill targets and make it look like an accident, while still managing to lead his boss' private army with The Left Hand.
Now that he's planning to "resign" he knew it wasn't going to be easy. Tonight's little "incident" as he was going home after a short visit to the grocery store showed him how his boss would rather have him "retired" than quit his position.
The only solution to this "problem" was for him to fight his way out. Hence, this evening gun fight...
He overheard The Left-Hand giving orders to the other fighters with him: "Our inside guy just gave the warning. The cops will be here in five minutes. We need to end this now!"
"Yep, we definitely should," said The Right Hand to himself. "Do it, Hero! Just fucking do it!"
As if on cue, a hand grenade suddenly flew in from the other side of the wall. Swiftly, he spun with one leg extended while aiming a roundhouse kick at the flying object. It bounced off his boot perfectly and shot back into the darkness, where he hoped most of his attackers were.
Bingo, the loud explosion proved his hopes to be true!
The feared expert assassin took this chance to run towards his car at almost superhuman speed. He quickly got in the driver's seat, tossed his guns on the passenger's side, and slammed the door. Just in time too, hiding behind the car's bulletproof body as relentless and powerful rifle shots peppered the different parts of his vehicle.
"It's now or never!" The Right Hand yelled as he pulled down his car brakes, pressed on the clutch button and placed his thumb on the fingerprint panel to start his car.
It took only three seconds to complete that.
While it took less than two seconds for the car to start.
And it took only one for the trigger to sound under the vehicle... Then a large explosion blew up The Right Hand's ride!
KABOOM!
The mobsters who were after the A-bomb had no time to celebrate though...
"Boss, the cops!" screamed one of the minions, pointing at the approaching vehicles.
"Get to the cars! Go go go!"
After less than ten minutes, and an extreme, intense car chase and fierce gunfight later, the three bulletproof Ford Explorer vans were all intact, and were on their way back to the secret hideaway for them to get cleaned, repaired, and given new license plates. Within twenty-four hours they would be ready to be driven by the governor's henchmen once again.
Speaking of henchmen, The Left Hand took out his mobile as he walked out of the hideaway and left behind his team who were still being fixed by their private medics. He looked at the screen and scowled, then huffed disappointingly.
"Really, he can't even wait for me to get back to his house to make a face-to-face report," grunted the private army's official second-in-command since their "employer" obviously wanted to remain the leader but anonymously. "Might as well, then..."
The broad-shouldered and muscled man, who slightly resembled a more Asian version Henry Cavill during his Superman days, pushed the green icon at the bottom of his mobile's screen, along with the speakerphone button, before speaking. "Yes, boss?"
"I was waiting for your report. What's taking you so long?"
"We had to leave the 'venue', Sir. The cops arrived a little too early."
"What? What happened to our snitch? He was supposed to make sure that they didn't arrive too soon."
"I don't know. But I'll be dealing with him tomorrow."
"And did you deal with Aaron?"
Again, the squad leader huffed derisively. It's as if the question was an insult to him. "Of course, Sir. I would not dare go back home to you if I didn't finish my task tonight."
"I want to see his body..."
A slight pause... then a sigh...
"Sir, his car exploded while he was inside. I rigged that bomb myself so I'm sure he's dead."
"Not even a video? Or maybe even a photograph? You seem to be lapsing, my dear Left Hand. This is not like you... at all."
"The cops arrived too early, like I said. You'll see it in the news for sure. I'm sure the media can give you photos and videos, Sir."
"Hero, please... you know who we are dealing with, right? This is the man who can easily make his targets look like they died due to an accident or by natural means. On that note, I believe he is quite capable of faking his own death. So... until I am sure that whatever body the media releases is truly Aaron's then I will insist that you don't assure me that he is indeed dead. Am. I. Clear?"
The Left Hand inhaled deeply just to keep himself calm before speaking, "Yes, Sir. I'll get on it as soon as I can."
"Good. Now you can go back to my mansion and rest. You have a lot to do in the morning."
Hero's jaw tightened as he tried to control his thoughts and his tone. "Yes, Sir."
It all began when a military operative and spy Mrs. Paraluman Buenaventura infiltrated a rebel camp up in the mountains. When her husband was able to raid the said camp, he was able to save two boys, whom he would eventually treat like his own sons. His only daughter, Estelle, was attracted to her new adoptive brother, Victor. However, he felt that loving him and being with him would endanger Estelle, so he kept his true feelings for her in the dark. Soon enough, their Secret Militia group, CODE-NAMED Trinity, has expanded to add more agents and fighters to their cause. Their arch-enemy, The Tribunal, will make themselves known, and it will cost Trinity several lives, including his surrogate Mother Paraluman, whom Victor promises to avenge. Unknown to him, Estelle, as soon as she hit adulthood, had already started putting together a plan to have Victor accept her unrequited feelings. But would Victor ever do so and put his beloved Estelle in danger? What about his promise to avenge Paraluman?
Ma’Heron Denar, the Gamma of the Silvercrest Pack, was the first among the top brass to find his mate although it was in the least ideal situation. However, since all is fair in love and war, they are now together with no regrets… Until their past came back to haunt his beautiful wife, Alexia. A father’s mistake, an old ally now an enemy due to greed and lust, along with a resurgent battle will now jeopardize their love, their lives and their pack. Can Ma’Heron manage to win his wars - both with himself and his long-lost archenemy - for the sake of the pack’s peace, his true love and the hope of having his mate by his side once again?
Beta Aaron Keizer brings Diwa back to the Packhouse after being away for more than ten years. However, as soon as she arrives, a dangerous presence from her past begins stalking her and her newly found mate. Even worse, Di’s elder brother, who happens to be the Gamma of the pack, openly shows his disapproval of the union. Will Di be able to find freedom from her past while finding happiness in Aaron? And can the Beta be able to see beyond the bond so he can help Di finally fight the monster who continues to claim her as his?
Around the mid-2010's, Mab De Narra created a social media group that was meant to be a place where people can share their personal paranormal and supernatural experiences without the fear of being judged by others. They could even find others who can help them with their paranormal questions, spiritual issues, and supernatural problems on this page. Meanwhile, she was eventually included in The Paranormal All-Stars, where she is able to help even more puzzled and troubled individuals. And by sharing these cases and experiences through this book, we hope to help more to not fear what they don't know... ...but to see beyond what their senses tell them. After all, there's always more to these things than meets the eye.
Billionaire Bennett Graham urgently needed a wife to close a business deal but his fiancée wasn't ready to tie the knots yet. So his grandmother picked the most unassuming maid for him. Everything was supposed to go incredibly well, and all he had to do was wait until he divorced her a year later. But after seeing Maliyah's ocean eyes.it wasn't looking simple anymore. *** Before I could get her up, it was as if she felt the light and an uncomfortable sound came out of her mouth. "Uh-huh..." She raised her hand to cover her eyes. But I didn't have time to wait for her to wake up, so I told her to "Get Up." My voice seemed to scare her, and her light-fearing eyes suddenly widened and she kept moving to the corner. The only voice in the quiet art room was her fear-filled voice, "No...please...go away...don't come close to me." She was afraid of me? I hadn't even spoken to her before, what was she afraid of? This was definitely not going to work, I couldn't talk to her if she couldn't calm down. Then I moved closer to her, my hand on her trembling shoulder, and I whispered soothingly "Calm down.I'm not going to hurt you.I'm not going to hurt you."I assured and then she moved her hair away from her face as if to stare at me properly. Our eyes met.It was that moment. It felt as if I was enchanted for a moment. Those ocean eyes were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
As far as everyone was concerned, William had married Renee under duress. Now that his one true love was back—and with child—they couldn’t wait for him to abandon Renee. Surprisingly, Renee was candid about the situation. "To be honest, I’m the one asking for a divorce every single day. I want it even more than any of you!" But they brushed off her remark as a paltry attempt to save face. Until William made a declaration himself. "Divorce is out of the question. Anyone who spreads false rumors shall face legal consequences!" Renee was at a loss. What was this crazy man up to now?
To the public, Arabella was Owen's trusty secretary who catered to all his needs and served as the primary blood donor of his beloved, who was in a coma. Behind closed doors, she was Owen's submissive wife. Arabella was quiet and obedient, and she endured every humiliation without a word of protest. Rumored to be a neat freak, Owen had tossed the last woman who had dared to kiss him into the river. Yet he pinned Arabella against the wall and demanded, "Give me a child, and I’ll let you go!" Arabella pushed him away and flashed him a cold smile. "You are not worthy!"
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"