Novel & Cerita Beautiful Carnage

Johnny clutched at the rail, then climbed the steps towards hell. Butchery and bullet holes. The carnage that was the front galley had him pausing to suck in a breath. Bloodshed and gore were part of the job. Seeing it, living it, stopping it, causing it—wiping out terrorist cells. Death was a familiar friend. But this was different. Personal. Surreal. A brunette lay mangled on the floor, her pooled blood drying in the sticky heat. Someone’s daughter. His eyes ran over the sightless expression of terror, the smudged cherry-painted lips frozen in yawning death. The portion of her scalp above her left eye was hacked off.

he paused and pointed the gun at Cynthia. "You were so good in bed, I foolishly let you into my bed without knowing that you are Delilah. Thank God I am not Sampson who was blinded by sweet pûssy. I am smarter than you" he shrugged. "How much did that guy pay you? Oh, maybe he fûcked you better than I did!" He laughed. "It feels good to waste the blood of those who betrayed you. It will be more fun sucking the blood of your enemies!"

"All my life, his shadow haunted me. Even now that he's gone, I still feel like he's lurking somewhere close-by, watching me with that murderous look in his eyes." "He hurt us both," Zainab said, sniffling. Her eyes returned to the painting, and she heaved a sigh. "You know what," Afrah said, "I think we can burn it now." Zainab carried the painting outside while Afrah fetched the matches. They stopped by the pool, and side by side they watched the canvas erupt in flames. It took less than a minute before everything had been reduced to ashes. Zainab turned to look at her. "I'm sorry," she said. "For everything I did to you."

Lucien smiled faintly. “Then let the blood decide.” Their hands tightened together. A surge of light erupted red, white, and black intertwined—obliterating everything in its path.

“You’ll want to watch closely, Nalani. It concerns someone very dear to you.” Bianca lingered near the door, arms crossed, expression unreadable. The screen flickered to life. A live feed. Nighttime in a dense forest clearing near the border of what I could tell was Caspian’s territory. Torches and floodlights illuminated a brutal scene. Bodies littered the ground… some in wolf form, some human, blood soaking the earth. Caspian’s warriors, recognizable by their colors, fought desperately against a larger force wearing Damian’s black-and-crimson insignia. The air was thick with snarls, screams, and the clash of claws on steel.

Cullen said still laughing as he pulled out of Rain and then pushed back in again…her thighs shook from pleasure and sweat mingled between their bodies. “I am,” it came out more as a moan, she pulled him closer and kissed his lips deeply. Fucking cherries! He always tasted like them. “Then why did you kill me?” “What?” Rain blinked and looked up, in a split second that beautiful skin became dull…pale and looked so scary and his eyes…God his eyes looked glazed over, empty. Drip. Drip. Drip. This time it wasn’t sweat from his body, he wasn’t even warm, he was so cold, so damn cold and his body was so heavy…his weight crushed her.

She struggled herself and jumped on the bed. "I want you Angelo. I want you." She said and she asleep. I took a duvet and a pillow and spread it on the floor. I laid on the floor and stared at the ceiling. "I must have my revenge. I must get rid of the Marcellos. I must kill them all for what they've done to me." I said to myself. Tears kept falling down the side of my eyes again. "I have to take revenge for Luna. I have to make more money so I can bury her properly." I said to myself. I couldn't say a word. It felt as if I was choking.

Liam's words echoed in Carrington's ears, a reminder of the light he had forsaken in his pursuit of power. As their final confrontation reached its zenith, Carrington effortlessly overpowered Liam and grabbed him around the neck, choking him. “I can easily rupture you into two. However, I want to cause your head to explode, for you to feel every pain there is to feel.” In the aftermath of the cataclysmic battle, the room was filled with an eerie silence. The lifeless bodies of Clyde, Emma, and the Nashgur lay scattered, their blood mingling together, a poignant symbol of the tragedy that had unfolded.

Stephanie cried. Andrea’s face was bright red with embarrassment. “Stephanie … sorry… something’s wrong… can’t help it!” she gasped as she convulsed with another orgasm. This in turn caused her arousal to ratchet up another notch. In her delirium she tore off her panties and flung her legs wide.

He looked down coldly, taking control of the situation. There was no room for her to back out now; she had come to him and there would be no regrets. Damien pressed her against the door. The pristine white wedding dress, originally meant for Marcus, was now being torn apart by his uncle, creating a forbidden bond that brought an intense allure to both of them. The overwhelming sensation made them indulge in the thrill they brought each other,one passionate, the other fervent. Their bodies moved together with an unspoken harmony. ... By dawn, the room was filled with a chaotic mix of scents. As Damien put his clothes back on, his bare back revealed several deep nail scratches.