Aku Obs Novels & Stories

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

JACK POV “Get off me!” I yell at the bouncer as he drags me out of the club through the back door and pushes me to the floor. “Come on, Pavor. It’s good old Jack.” I try to appeal to the club owner who followed us out. “Go back to whatever hell you crawled out from and don’t come back.” Pavor warns, shutting the door in my face. “F*** you!” I curse. This is the third club I am getting kicked out from this night alone.

« Putain… » cria-t-elle en s’agrippant à lui, perdant peu à peu pied face à celui qu’elle n’aurait jamais dû approcher. Mais comment résister à l’héritier Santiago, celui qui obtient toujours ce qu’il veut, sans jamais hésiter ? « Xandeeeer… » « Dis mon nom ! » « Xandeeeer ! » « Mon nom complet », murmura-t-il. « Alexander West Santiago ! » Et à partir de ce jour, elle devint sa plus grande faiblesse. Jordan Monroe est la première fille, longtemps cachée, de Rowan Monroe. Toute sa vie, elle a vécu dans l’ombre du nom puissant de son père, traitée comme une étrangère au sein de sa propre famille. Tout bascule lorsqu’elle intègre la prestigieuse Lakeside Elite Academy,

The discussion ended that simply. He adjusted the coat on her shoulders himself, then started walking inside. Iris stood there for two seconds, staring at his back. Then she quickly followed him. The warmth of the coat lingered around her despite the harsh weather. Inside— The Moros Clan was completely different from Astra. No bright colors or calm halls. The walls were black. The torches were red. And everyone’s faces were sharp and cold. Everyone who passed by immediately bowed to Gabriel. As for her…

TWENTY YEARS LATER The whole town was thrown into panic as the police vehicle chased after a Chevrolet Camaro ZL1. The news of the bank robbery was all over the town. Fear gripped everyone as they knew it could be no other gang than the " Ghost gang" who had struck again. "How many kilometers clear?" He asked as he drove the Chevrolet roughly along the road "20km boss! " A voice answered through the small device on his ears "Good! Now hack into the system and disconnect the CCTV, we're almost there, " he ordered

Alessandro's Pov: I barged into the house, gripping the stair railing like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to my sanity. The stench of her blood still lingered in the air, invading my senses like a poison. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push it away, trying to regain some semblance of control. My vision flickered red, the hunger clawing at me like an animal, demanding satisfaction. Stumbling into the kitchen, I yanked open the fridge, ripping open a blood bag, and shoved it to my mouth like it was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely. I leaned back against the counter, savoring the cool relief as it flowed through me.

It would only produce a tiny hole which meant that even if he does not drink all of the water, there is no way the water would visibly leak out. Gamma-hydroxybutyrate or GHB is a central nervous system depressant. Gamma-hydroxybutyrate is a clear, odorless liquid that looks like water and so can be added to a beverage without the person knowing it. Gamma-hydroxybutyrate is also known as liquid ecstasy. At low doses, the drug relaxes the person. The person feels intoxicated, has more energy, feels happy, and is talkative. Other effects may include feeling affectionate and playful; mild loss of inhibition; increased sensuality; enhanced sexual feelings.

Said Annabel to Mara and Mara smiled upon hearing that but she never stopped talking. "The Yam-Yum. This is just like the om…" Annabel didn't know what was om, so she needed to ask. "Om? What's om?" She asked curiously. "Hmmm… om is another sex position." Mara replied to her as Annabel's eyes and mouth opened widely. It was obvious that Annabel was surprised.

“This is a declaration of war.” One screen flickered. Then another. Static. Static. Gone. The lights dimmed. A warning alarm echoed through the hidden room. SECURITY SYSTEM OFFLINE. Luca reached beneath the desk and pulled out a handgun. He checked the magazine with practiced ease. My stomach tightened. “They’re cutting the cameras.” His phone vibrated. He answered immediately. “Boss.” … “Understood.” He ended the call. “What did Killian say?” Luca looked directly at me.

I’m about to tell her to stop talking and call an ambulance when he speaks, his voice low and husky. “You’ve been wanting to slap me for years huh,” he mumbles as he struggles to push up on his elbows. “What the hell is an oaf? Who talks like that?” “It just came to me. I think it means crazy big guy. Seemed appropriate. Are you okay?”