Andestine Novels & Stories

The cars lined up. “Get into the third car” Mysterious ordered. Cassandra needed not to be told twice. She knew where Casablanca was, a city in Morocco, how could she not know? Now she has been shipped to Africa seeing the flock of guards all standing before her, she dared not take the option of making a run. She gets into the car only to meet a man even more handsome than the other. “Welcome on board Mrs Carlson, I am Taylor Calvin and we are on our way to Italy, why don't you have some sleep, you slept very little last night '' Cassandra just watched the man smile like a fox, so charming yet so captivating.

My brother introduced the couples to me as Reece and Mabel all the way from Mooncreek pack in Freetown, their Alpha a lady called the bloodhound sent them over to help us with the threat at hand , apparently they are black belt holders and the best hand there is by way of assassins, we all greeted them with much acceptance. And we all filled inside, I quickly excused myself right after May excused herself, she really felt ashamed judging by how red her face was and how she practically ran out of there, I too did not feel too comfortable with all this , so i left too and decided to go take a shower and put myself together .

Aiden says frowning “ but it’s still a 4 star place to stay, when they let you out of the room, there is a games room, a sauna, masseuses, tanning beds and a pool.” Dropping his voice lower he check no one is by the door “I’m sorry for what you will go through I will help where I can” and before I can register he said it he starts walking to the door, a smile on his face telling me he will be back for the plate in a bit and locking the door behind him. That last sentence sours the taste of the food in my mouth and makes me feel like what I have already eaten may come back up. Done with the food I put the plate down on the tray and try standing up.

Without wasting time, she walked out of the department and headed for Valeria's office. "Please take a seat," Maria said with a forced smile on her face. "And what do I call you Ma'am?" She asked. "Dana," Dana replied, "Dana Hamilton and I heard that you are Maria Cruz, the wife of late Manuel Cruz." "Yes I am, it's nice to meet you." It was clear that Dana didn't recognize her and for some reason, it annoyed Maria. "So what do I owe this visit?" Maria asked. "I just came from Italy and after hearing the devastating news about your company, I decided it was best to see for myself and decide whether I could be of help." Dana said with all seriousness, it was almost as if she was pleading.

“How’s she doing?” “Oh, she’s excellent. Do you want me to bring her to you?” Eva shook her head, smiling sadly. “Sweet of you to offer, but no. She’s…she’s not ready.” “Oh… I better get going, then. Thanks again.” “Anytime. Just be careful, kid. This big, yet small world is filled with dangerous monsters who find innocent souls a delightful delicacy.” “Er… okay. See you later!” Eva waved and Zehra stepped out of the warm, fragrant tent that smelled of Oudh. She shivered in the cold night air and listened for sounds. Nothing. Zehra breathed out a sigh of relief and walked to her car. She didn’t reach it.

"But a diplomatic courier from the Swiss Consulate has just bypassed our ground-floor security. He possesses a physical, high-priority diplomatic pouch addressed specifically to Lydia, originating from the St. Gallen district. It... it carries an active international security seal. They refused to leave without a receipt." Lydia’s breathing was shallow and ragged, her heart pounding furiously against her ribs as she looked up at Adrian. The sudden mention of St. Gallen—the precise alpine region where the remnants of the Sterling family’s hidden assets and private estates were located—instantly shattered the heavy aura of passion in the room. The cold reality of their unresolved past rushed b

“You think they’ll be sporty?” “I think they’ll be scared,” I whisper. His hand tenses. I’ve shattered the fiction of this day. “No,” he says roughly. I look up at him, the hard planes of his face, the slash of his mouth. “Can we really leave?” I ask before I can stop myself. He sighs. “I—” “I was looking at the documents.” I run my fingers over the tiny sneakers. “Just trying to get a sense of the business. There’s a Saints outpost in Brindisi, on the east coast of Italy, isn’t there?”

"They are in the the two branches of Tryst Haven in Wellesley and Elmore city in Oklahoma ." "Good. Thirty." She continued counting as she stooped to his feet, kissing his toes with the blade of her knife. "You can also find them in the two branches of Sodom and Gomorrah in Bucaramanga in Columbia and Igualada in Barcelona. Good luck finding my brothels. They are easy to miss." She didn't see the movement of his hand as he reached for her gun that had carelessly landed on the floor earlier. Her heart stopped when she heard the first and second shot.

This time on a line Nikolai trusted. Her voice was low, serious. “They’re not taking him out of the country. They’re taking him to Mirastin.” “What’s Mirastin?” I asked. She paused for a moment. “A burial ground,” she said. “Where Viktor gets rid of legacies he wants to forget.” My heart sank. “Where is it?” “A private island off the coast of Montenegro. It’s not on any list, but you’ll find it marked as Vetra-3 in the original records.”

Chapter 33 The morning after their departure, Estefan and Kaitlyn were welcomed to their luxurious villa in Santorini by a warm Mediterranean breeze and the breathtaking view of the Aegean Sea. The villa, located on a cliffside, offered privacy and seclusion; perfect for the romantic escape they were supposed to be enjoying. Yet, as they settled in, Kaitlyn couldn’t shake the feeling that the world outside their bubble was still watching them closely.