Novel & Cerita Barnaby X Fantoccio

My hold on the door falters and I brace my heels on the floor my one thought to not let Benny get me in the house. "Yes. Your dear Bennett won't join us. He took a little nap." Benny smiles the evilest grin I've seen on a human and with a forceful push shoves me inside the house. "With any luck he's dead." My feet falter, but I grab for the door again, not ready to give up. "Hello, Tabby." My head jerks up and I stare into the cold dead eyes of Mario Fanelli.

I whispered, trying to convince myself. I smiled and gently touched my stomach. "Don't be upset yet, okay, baby? I'll introduce you to Daddy once he's better." --- **Pirromalli Mansion** **Carlos' POV** I stood on the balcony of my room, one hand gripping the railing as I stared out over the wide expanse of Forbes Park. I'd been home from the mansion for a while now. In fact, I got back before Mom did. She'd stayed behind to talk to Jheanne's mother, probably explaining everything herself.

None of them speaks, and the Don goes naked. Barbie blushes when she sees him walking to the closet. "ANGELITO! How can you be like this?!" The Don doesn't care about her, and he speaks, "you disturb my sleep. Brew me coffee because if you will not, I will be true to my words after this conversation." Barbie puts the gun on the handbag and brews him coffee. Denver's lips are parted when he prepares the table since Angelito is lethargic to lift a single muscle in his body.

As if the annoying student from a while ago was completely a different person. “To use lives as a means to threaten and communicate with his enemy, this man surely knows how to show dominance. This is starting to get interesting.” Jendo uttered as he mischievously smirked and placed the perfectly sliced apples that he carved as little bunnies on the platter of fruits and snacks he prepared.

"Mr. Hale, you represent one of Chetvine's three major special forces, the Special Ops! Who is this punk? How dare he make you kneel before him? You should get up. We don't need to take him seriously at all." Barnaby's face twisted with rage as he shot to his feet, screaming, "I told you to keep your damn mouth shut! How dare you tell me what to do? You piece of shit, shut up!" Slap after slap rang out as Barnaby cursed while delivering a brutal beating to Dante's face. Within moments, Dante's rough features were covered in red welts. Though his martial artist's constitution could normally handle a few slaps without issue, Barnaby was striking with full force.

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

When I unfold the letter, I wish it were a check. Instead, I see the handwriting I have come to dread. [You are quite good at hiding, Printsessa.]

We watched TV for some time before we both got bored, we didn't feel like playing at the swings or the tree house outside. "Hey wanna see something cool?" Mathew asked "Yeah sure" I replied and we both walked out. We went to an outside barn, Ace told me this is a shooting range in our tour but I didn't give it much interest. Mathew walked in and went to a metal locker it had an electronic lock with a passcode. "You know the password?" I asked him and he just smirked. "Trust me baby I know everything" he said before typing the correct letters in. It opened to show a collection of guns all shape and sizes. And I thought ace gun was cool.

Eva: I smiled when I saw that we finally managed to fix up the baby’s crib. “Fucking hell” Dante said, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at the thing. His eyes held the pain of the world, but he was holding strong, making sure not to break in front of anyone. “I swear, for a baby’s crib, this thing took two hours to fix up” Nicolas said, running his fingers through his hair. “Oh, stop complaining” I said, getting up from the floor. The girls and I have been fixing the changing table while the men took charge of the crib and baby’s closet.

I was expecting animosity after Gianni had explained his feelings about the younger Esposito, but to my surprise there was none. The two greeted one another and When Gianni introduced us, Barnabas was charming and friendly. We took our seats and the jet took off a little while later. "So, Kin, how the hell does someone like you end up married to this brute?" Barnabas asked, histone full of humor. Gianni however looked at him annoyed. I put my hand on Gianni's before answering, "I like to say it was fate." I didn't want to elaborate on the fact that Gianni had kidnapped me.