ログインLight flashed above, too bright and stinging. Even as Carlos shut his eyes, either the ache or the needles forced them back open.It was hell. Everything hurt.His muscles hardened each time a needle pierced his skin. The gag muffled his screams, and his throat burned as if every vein in his body was on fire.His body shook against the metal table. The restraints held him down as he groaned so loudly his vision blurred.“Are you sure he’ll survive this one?” one of the mad doctors said from somewhere in the corner.“Sure he will. See the marking on his arm. He is the strongest test subject we’ve got.”Another needle pierced his skin. The effect hit immediately. The burn was on another level.His body shook against the restraints.Carlos screamed until his throat bled inwardly. Red veins bulged around his forehead and neck, ready to pop. The white part of his eyes slowly turned red.The doctor patted his thigh.“Don’t worry, Fido. It will be over soon.”Life as a Serpent captive was th
KYLA WAS RIGHT ABOUT HER. She indeed had a striking resemblance. Green eyes, round face, same shape of nose and lips. Kyla was like the younger version of her.But something was off about this strange woman…This bullshit street vibe wasn’t fully on.What the hell was John taking him for? First was Kyla’s mysterious medical report, and now Kyla’s mother — the woman who was supposed to be dead — was sitting before him?He really wished he could strangle John out of his coffin and ask why the fuck he had been playing serious fucking games.And even though Carlos was so mad at John right now, this woman in front of him felt off.“Carlos, what are you doing?” Kyla held his arm.Her sweet floral scent invaded his senses, and he was a breath away from dropping his gun and kissing her.He did look at her, his heart pounding in his chest.He hadn’t realized how much he missed her until she was now this close.Yes. He missed her. Like hell. But he’d leave once he dealt with this strange woman
KYLAKyla’s heart was pounding all through the ride, and now, sitting in front of the woman who claimed to be her mother, it pounded even harder.The woman’s eyes didn’t stop roaming the house, lips quivering. She smelled unkempt, and something inside Kyla broke.If this was truly her mother, then she would be deeply disappointed in her father.And if not, the bodyguards already surrounded the place, ready to strike if this was a trap. She hadn’t told Carlos yet. She needed to hear the woman first.“What is your name?”Her eyes finally stopped roaming. She adjusted on the couch.“I’m Cordelia. You can call me Cordy. You have a wonderful house, by the way.”“Thank you,” Kyla whispered. “You said John took me away from you. What do you mean?”Cordelia's smile flattered.“Your father and I had a very complicated relationship. He did dangerous works, and I was just not the woman for him. Our love was too dangerous. That’s why he took you away after I gave birth.”“Dangerous work?”“He is
CARLOSCarlos stared at Kyla’s message on his screen, grip tight, eyes hollowed.He’d always been watching her. Especially during her training. He was glad she’d finally considered learning defense skill after learning his story from his mother.Sighing, he tossed the phone aside and ran a hand over his face.The dim room reeked of blood and smoke. Heavy breathing sounded behind him, each breath labored.“I… don’t know who… she is.”Carlos turned to the bloodied, battered man behind him. Twelve knives had been plunged into low-critical areas, delivering heavy pain as the man breathed carefully, trying not to let the blades tear more flesh inside.He was one of the low-ranking leaders of the project. The Prime Minister. Carlos’s seventh prey this week.Another asshole who didn’t know where the project was happening or who was the main leader of it all.People were already going missing. Homeless people. Orphans. Even pregnant women.Each report made Carlos’s blood boil.“Don’t kill me…
The next two weeks were hellish.Kyla felt empty in the big house. It reminded her of the days after she lost her father, his memories lingering in every corner of her heart.After knowing half of Carlos’s story, Kyla decided to do something else apart from preparing her clinic.She began learning self‑defense.Michael approved of it.They trained in the club, a private ground where Vee, her trainer, taught her the basics. Vee was a hunter too, though she barely into it, mostly focusing on hacking. But she was incredibly skilled in combat.The Serpents, or whoever they were, still troubled Kyla. She hadn’t figured out why they were after her or what they wanted.She had lived quietly in the countryside, with no conflict with anyone. So how did she become involved in any of this?Kyla played games, drank sometimes, talked. It was a distraction.But every night, curled in her bed with the silent empty space beside her, she missed him. So much.She wondered if he did too, and if that go
Kyla was back in the room, pacing. Her forehead beaded with sweat, phone in hand. Messages, call went unanswered.She dropped to the bed with a sob, chest tight.A knock sounded on the door.“Carl?” She rose quickly.But as the door creaked open, Josie stood in the doorway. Her expression was soft, yet etched with concern.“How are you, dear?”Kyla secretly wiped her face and forced a smile.“I’m fine, Ma Jo.”“Don’t lie to me,” Josie said gently. “I heard everything.”“What?”“Your confession to my son,” she said with a small smile. “I heard everything, dear.”“I…” Kyla’s voice broke, tears streaming down her face.“Oh, sweetheart.” Josie pulled her close, patting her back. “You were brave to say it. Despite knowing what he’s capable of.”“He can’t possibly mean all of that.” Kyla shook her head, her voice trembling. “Why would he say those things? Why would he leave?”Josie smiled painfully. “Take a seat.”She did, sniffling. “You have to tell me, Josie. I need to know. The more I s
CARLOS.It was morning, and the first thing that greeted Carlos was the sweet scent of meat, something buttery, and faintly spicy. With half-opened eyes, he entered the kitchen."Look who is awake. Good morning, sleepyhead." Kyla greeted in apron focused on cooking.Carlos had came to a conclusion
The street hummed with usual Brooklyn noises. Engines of cars, footsteps, and chatters of people.In the local restaurant, Daisy weaved her way, serving the last customer for the night. The scent of salivating Chinese local meals wafted the air.“Go home, ah,” Mama Liu said without looking up. “It’
Kyla's heart jumped to her throat.“Oh shit…” she whispered. They have been active for two minutes. Taylan had heard everything. Every moan. Every breath. Every broken sounds she'd tried to hold back.She quickly hung up and dropped her phone, then palm her trembling hands against her red, flushed
CARLOSKyla gasped as her back hit the wall; heavy moan slipped past her parted lips, mixing with the rush of the shower wetting them.Carlos's mouth latched on to her breàst His hand dug into her thighs as he fûcked her hard from below.Her tight walls sucked his côck in like it was meant to be th







