His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1의 모든 챕터: 챕터 341 - 챕터 350

NikoOur search yielded no results, leaving me with a sense of aimlessness and discontent. What the fuck am I missing here? As I stepped aboard the boat, I felt drained, the weight of disappointment heavy on my shoulders. "We're going to question my father," Mitchel announced with a determined glint in his eyes. "We'll sail there next.""But what about all the other islands?" I interjected, frustration creeping into my voice as I gestured toward the horizon."Come on, Niko. Who the fuck have you turned into? Chasing our tails isn't going to get us anywhere," Mitchel replied, his tone firm but not unkind, perhaps maybe even pitying. "We've spent hours wandering the remnants of a dead man's land to let you live out whatever fuckery you have going on in your mind. Trust me, talking to someone who is still alive will give us a better chance of finding answers." "No," I began to protest, but Drake chimed in before I could gather my thoughts. His hand clamped on my shoulder as Luca looked

BiancaAt some point during the day, I must have drifted into a deep slumber, surrendering to the gentle pull of exhaustion that seemed to pull me under its spell. When I finally stirred, the room was shrouded in darkness, shadows creeping along the walls like silent whispers. An inexplicable urge pulled me from my dreams as if an unseen force had reached out and nudged me awake. The air felt thick and still, tinged with a sense of mystery that hung like a heavy curtain, urging me to uncover what had roused me from my peaceful rest.Stretching, on impulse, I found the culprit at the end of the bed, pulling me fully awake as I sat my body instantly up to the feeling of someone tugging at the covers around me."It's me, Bambi." Benji's voice gently washes over me, soothing my ruffled feathers. I collapse back onto the bed, surrendering to the soft embrace of the pillows, which cradle me like a cloud. It could be worse; it could have been Derek. "You scared me," I whisper, my heart sti

Continued:"Then explain your file at home," Mitchel demands, slamming his hand down on the desk. Aurelio jumps before he can stop himself, and his stare hardens. He doesn't like his son having the upper hand; it's plain to see his dislike for being below him."It was a hunch that I was wrong about. I've found nothing in my recent research that more dolls were produced.""You're lying," I spit at him, seeing the quirk of his eyebrow, a telltale sign he's lying. "That's a big accusation you're making," Aurelio's tone changed as his eyes met mine; something transpired between us, a silent communication that made me hyper-aware that he's goddamn keeping the truth and feeding us a bunch of fibs. He fucking knows where she is, and that malicious smile tells me he isn't going to reveal that any time soon without being prompted. I draw my gun, pointing it at his forehead, my finger hovering over the trigger as I press down ever so slightly in preparation to kill him. His eyebrows raise, an

NikoI'm in a state of shock, my mind swirling in a dizzying whirlpool of confusion and disbelief. I never anticipated finding myself in this situation, yet a curious sense of validation wells up within me. It's as if a deep-seated instinct reassures me that, despite being under the sway of something invisible, an anger that rules my brain, I am still firmly in control and haven't lost my grip on reality.Luca stands shoulder to shoulder with Drake and Mitchel, each man radiating a unique form of presence that commands attention. Drake is nothing short of larger than life, his muscular frame straining against the seams of his tailored suit, suggesting raw power and strength. Beside him, Mitchel looms high above the others, his broad shoulders contributing to an imposing silhouette that overshadows the surrounding space. In contrast, Luca, though lean and less physically imposing, possesses an undeniable air of authority that envelops him like an invisible cloak, setting him apart from

NikoThe corridor, which at this point resembles more of a shadowy tunnel, stretches on interminably. For over fifteen minutes, we navigate the relentless darkness, intermittent lights flickering to life as we approach, casting a soft glow that only partially illuminates the path beneath our feet. My ears pop with the pressure of the ocean above us, and with every step we take, I feel her. Something tells me I'm getting closer.Finally, we arrive at another door. Aurelio uses his right pointer finger to press against the smooth surface, deftly opening it with a motion that I mentally catalogue for future reference. The subtle click of the latch echoes softly, a reminder of the secrets that lie beyond.If I have to cut his finger off to get through similar doors, I'm damn well going to do it.The door gives way to daring red walls, gold trimmings, and plush carpets that don't particularly belong."I'm not going any further," Aurelio murmurs, his voice low and edged with defiance. He lo