Ban El Zorro De La Avaricia Novels & Stories

hey opened their eyes and looked at the two of us. Laura's eyes looked so scared. She said that the entity that captured our friend was a evil named Zorro. The evil had lived in that place long before a house was built. He has a loyal following named Walter. Walter is a human before just like us. He performs a cult that is able to make him live forever and become a loyal follower of Zorro. Because of his loyalty, Zorro gave strength to Walter and brought him along with him into the spirit realm. He ordered Walter to brutally torture and kill all kidnapped humans. Zorro absorbs their spirits screaming the pain of being tortured sadistically and it makes the creature stronger.

She held it between two fingers letting it dangle between two fingers carelessly, as if it were nothing but common kindling. "You look so expensive tonight, Zara," Elara mocked, echoing Lir’s words from earlier. She stepped closer, her eyes glowing with a forced, sickly gold. "But we both know that silk is just a shroud. Underneath, you’re still the shiftless embarrassment without a reflection. The girl who let her mate sign her death warrant because she wasn't wolf enough to keep him." “Alpha Lir signed those papers because you and your mother poisoned his mind!” The fury erupted from my chest, my voice trembling with a raw, agonizing heat. “You told him I was cursed!”

"He is very active in this part of the world. What if I go home and miss my chance of meeting him?" "They say he is a billionaire here." "I have tried to link some billionaires in town." Avara sighed. "They all have excessive pride, I can't deal." "What did you expect?" "I really like Zain," Avara muttered lustfully. "I would like to be more than business partners with him." "Get rid of those deceitful emotions and focus on your destiny," Charlotte advised in sincerity. "Finding the alpha should be your second priority." "Second?" Avara expressed shock. "What's my priority then?"

He said that the spirits were the ones who gave them their power and it was the spirits who took over when their eyes turned dark. Each of the spirits had its own strength which was its servant's weakness. Arfak's was anger which turned to strength through the might of his rage. Ba'reel's was greed which led to dishonest gain and forceful manipulation. But Balthazar's was a willful lust for his own desires which caused him to be a fierce, bloodthirsty predator who would take what was not his and devour it. So, it was Evan who loved her and Balthazar who turned that love into a vengeful and demanding lust.

“And you do.” Grace clung to that hope. “I do? Is he younger than George? Is he handsome?” “Yes,” Elara nodded solemnly. “But the man is a con artist.” Felix let out a strangled sound. It was becoming hard for everyone to continue suppressing their laughter. “He charms you,” Elara continued dramatically. “Promises you love. Promises you protection. And then… he drains the rest of your inheritance.” Grace’s face turned ghostly pale. “He disappears,” Elara whispered. “Leaving you penniless.”

It was all her idea. “We supply you with the liquid coke, your men change it to powder, no cut, no shit.” I waited for them to go crazy, and was actually surprised when El Zorro himself opened the bottle and took a good swig. He moaned and had a small tremor, like a dying dog. Wait until it kicks in! “This is a good shit,” He cursed staring around his men in shock, then proceeded to pass it around. Everyone got a taste of it and then nodded in agreement, See? Not so hard to convince a group of old bastards.

"Keep it down. She's no Principessa anymore. She's just a desperate madwoman selling her life for a paycheck." I tuned them out and walked straight toward Lorenzo. Standing before him, I held out my hand. "Don Santoro, I'm here for my fee." He swirled his wine, watching me with a smile that never reached his eyes. "What's the rush?" he said. "Isabella, you used to be a master at taming beasts, didn't you? If I recall correctly, I was the first monster you ever broke." He clapped his hands. Two Soldatos walked in, straining against the leashes of a massive Rottweiler.

That's why the prize he often seeks is a hefty sum of cash that he splurges on his luxuries. "Today's weather is amazing," Elara replied to Melody as they strolled towards the hunting ground. "It's the perfect weather for screwing someone over," Elara added with a sly smile, leaning in playfully towards Melody. Melody couldn't help but cringe and feel uneasy, knowing full well that her best friend was brewing some mischief. Elara, the mastermind, wouldn't engage in their feuds if Melody hadn't encouraged her. Now, it seemed Melody was having second thoughts, realizing the potential danger when a kind-hearted person reaches their limit.

And there he was. Lorenzo Matteo Illustre. Even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp, assessing eyes. “Who are you?” His voice was deep and cold. “I’m Luciana Bautista. The house you bought belonged to my family. Please, Mr. Illustre… don’t take it from us. Give us time. I’ll pay you back. Every cent. Please.” He leaned back, studying me. “The Bautista house. I didn’t expect the owner to come here herself.”

Drex replied simply. "Yeah, you're right. You’re a Lycan who loves wealth, after all," she teased. "Not exactly. I’m already quite rich. I have a collection of gems that humans call diamonds. Flo just said I had potential in this industry, so I figured there was no harm in trying it out." Elea’s eyes widened. "You have a lot of diamonds? My goodness! Mister Lycan, why don't you give your hardworking slave the one you like the least?" she asked, her tone instantly becoming mercenary.