Novel & Cerita Bernie Gunther Books In Order

Devinity I stared at the empty spot in front of me. One minute I had a gun pressed to my back and the next I’m wondering if I imagined the whole thing. A book my father wrote? This has to be a joke. Why did it have to come up now after so many years? Then there was Reign Garcia.

A cocky grin crossed his face, drawing my attention to those damn dimples again. I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them again. "It's a necessary precaution." He held his arms up and shrugged. "And I get that. Being the daughter of the wealthy, powerful, notorious Wall Street guru, Dante Bologna has its downsides, I suppose." I glowered at him from underneath my lashes. "Tell me what you want, Detective Gunner." He tucked his phone back into his pants pocket. "I want you to tell me what the fuck is happening in this city."

I felt his body shake a little as he took a couple of deep breaths. “Don’t worry about anything, Gab. You know, whatever happens, I’m here supporting you and got your back. You just need to focus on coming back alive and unharmed.” I sighed in relief when I heard him. It felt like there was a weight on my chest and suddenly it disappeared. “We are ready, boss when you are.” I patted my little brother’s back and drank the remaining drops of the burning amber liquid. My gun was loaded and ready on the small coffee table in front of me, so I held it tightly in my hand, feeling its weight before putting it in its holster.

What a sad excuse of a security system Don Russo has. Seriously, only fifty guards? And he holds himself in such high regard? That’s just embarrassing. It didn’t take me more than thirty minutes to deal with all of them. I watched the last guy take his last breath, his tear-filled eyes staring up at me before life evaporated them. The stench of his blood and the blood of his colleagues filled the air, and I had the sudden urge to throw up. I looked behind me to find the long hallway littered with corpses, and a shudder ran up my spine.

Bang The sound of the explosion echoed loudly in the midst of the calm atmosphere created in Aiden's classic European-style house. Calistha who had just shot the hot lead seemed to tremble for a moment before her hands drooped weakly, hanging on the right and left sides of her body, just after Aiden distanced himself from Calistha's body. “The gun is not to channel your anger, but to kill your enemies. If you're only using it for something useless, you'd better shoot yourself in the head so that the bullet doesn't go to waste.”

I will have to work harder at it here, especially if I am to win over their trust. I stood up slowly and flicked my eyes to the large man still standing behind the couch. His skin was dark chocolate and it glowed under the soft light filtering through the curtains. His dark endless eyes bore into mine. His face was tense, and he didn’t emit any emotion or feelings that I could get a read on. His thick brows were pulled together in the middle and although his lips were pressed into a line, I could tell they were plump. The longer I stared at him the more uneasy he made me feel, and that is not a feat easily accomplished. Nothing scares me, nothing bothers me, but this mountain of a man was di

As soon as the doors were closed, two hunters appeared out of nowhere with large tin cans and started emptying its contents of gasoline all along the side of the building. Zekan dashed over and snapped one of their necks, but just as he was about to kill the other, the hunter had already lit his match and flicked it into the liquid and a gust of flames erupted along the walls. The rogues flashed over to Zekan and together they began to fight him, trying to take slashes out of his skin as he fought them both off. The hunter lifted his gun and my heart raced in panic, watching all three of them about to kill him.

But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control. For five tense minutes Gian drove the car through the streets with a lead foot. Fortunately, he knew his way around this part of town very well and so it was easy for him to find the address. However, he stared at the proper roadside parking. He just stopped across the front of the house and then they just had to follow the screams. Maddox just took the time to rush to the trunk and get his hunting rifle when he followed Gian across the driveway of a local family house.

“Fine. You want in, you’re in.” They went to the armory room in the back of the club. Metal shelves lined with firearms, ammunition, and knives gleamed in the low light. Amy’s fingers skimmed along the collection before she pulled down a polished Colt 1911 and a snub-nosed revolver. Isadora grinned and took her favorites — a black Beretta M1951 and a sawed-off shotgun with a worn leather strap. “You ever notice,” Isadora said as she checked the Beretta’s magazine, “that people like us never really retire?”

'' Delta Gunther asked, entering the office with a valve of pink liquid in his hand. "Have you been listening to us?" Hayley asked. "Relax, I am the Delta." Gunther told her. Hayley stared at him. "Don't worry, I'll just sit and be quiet." Gunther said, then played with his fingers. That was, for whatever reason, painted with red nail polish. "Anyway, I want to leave." "Why?" Kane asked. "I'm not a wolf,'' Hayley said, but Kane was busy staring at Gunther, who was too interested in his nail polish.