Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“I mean, we like each other as friends! Troy and I are like childhood friends or maybe long-lost buddies. It’s not what you think, Mom,” Willow answered graciously, leading Anastasia to smile.

Most relationships started from being friends. Anastasia wasn’t desperate to marry her daughter way either. After all, Willow was still young. It would be good if they dated for a few more years and allowed her to mature before settling down.

“Alright! Your dad and I won’t interfere. After all, you’ve grown up. But the most important thing is to remember not to put yourself in danger.” The kidnapping continued to traumatize Anastasia to this day.

Willow was her precious baby girl. All she wanted for this little one was to live a safe and peaceful life. “Got it, Mom!” Willow went up and held her mother’s arm affectionately. “You should go back to bed, Mom. I’m going to sleep too.”

“Alright, go to sleep.” Anastasia ruffled Willow’s hair and returned to her room. Willow, too, retreated to her bedroom. After closing the door, she checked the time. It was only 6.30AM. She still had to wait thirty minutes before confirming Jasper’s safety. He promised he would report his safety at that time.

was beyond sleepy at that point, yawning even, yet she was determined to read Jasper’s text as the first second. Meanwhile, Bucky’s henchmen searched the entire city all night but failed to locate the two agents’ whereabouts. Naturally, Bucky, who had

apartment building right across from the hotel they were settling in, his sniper rifle set

trigger. Death had descended upon Bucky while he angrily unleashed his wrath upon

and venting his anger, he lit a cigar, standing by the window. His henchmen behind him dared not make a sound after a round of scolding. They hated those two agents to the

gust of cold wind blew in the air. It happened so fast that he couldn’t react. A bullet. directly pierced through

the ground. Naturally, they thought about escaping for their lives.

in the darkness, not daring to take even a single step, for the sniper’s position was directly aimed at their door. There was a danger of being shot if they tried to open it. Evidently. the sniper was a formidable one. He had blocked all

a move. Still, they had to try to escape. As a result, the two covered for each other and moved quickly

two henchmen only wanted to stay alive. The fear emanating from the