Bioshock No Gods Or Kings Only Man นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Nobody noticed the shooter with a hidden camera on his shirt. One of the videos on the screen was showing someone moving on the Brooklyn bridge and my men informed me they were following Vincenzo Biancis himself, the current New York Godfather. I told them to make sure this one should die on the spot or else I'd kill them. With seconds in difference, all the live footage on the flat screen tv showed how all The Biancis fell to the ground lifeless. Gerardo Sanguin stood up and clapped his hands while he laughed like the devil. He walked to where I was standing and gave me a tight hug.

"He's too absorbed by his own thoughts." "Yeah, he doesn't care about anything but you." Anna didn't bother to filter her words. Her friend turned to her with a raised eyebrow. She chuckled mildly. She knows everyone noticed, and that would give Olivia more reason to bully Selah. And she also saw how the young Christian looked at the new guy with such wondering eyes. "I must warn you about two things, dear little Selah. First, interest grows. And it is not bad in itself, but if misplaced, it could be dangerous. Second, never be unequally yoked. You're already set apart. Don't immerse yourself in the depths of human depravity."

Purity them replied causing both brothers to give each other looks. “So why are you interested in them?” Marcus then decided to ask her while sitting in the back sit. “Why should i not be? In America we don’t have a royal family so it’s sort of exciting to me that here in Netherlands they actually do that and have actual Kings, Queens and princes. I mostly see them on TV so wonder how they are like in real life.” Purity then replied both boys unaware of how they both sighed in relief when they realized she did not know the real truth.

I blinked a few times just to check if I am not just seeing things. Could it really be… "Doom?" I blurted out suddenly. I covered my mouth, as an instinctive response. I was hesitant to approach him because it seems to me that he was resting. I don't want to disturb him. I heaved a deep sigh as I stepped back and started retreating from my position. I gave a glance for one last time, but I was frozen on the spot and stared with wide eyes to find out that Doom was not there anymore.

She was small yes, but she was strong and powerful, the perfect queen. “Now that introductions is out of the way, lets talk about prepar-” Eli was cut off by a sudden loud crash, then the doors flew open and in walked the things they were just talking about. The purifiers. The sound of glass breaking and Angles flew through the broken windows. Gabriel came to the front of the fleet of angles “You leaders of filth, you will be the first to go,” He started “Then cleaning the rest of the filth will be easy” He smirked.

AVA’S POV It made me wonder if this man ever smiles or had a reason to in his life. “I live with a man who had businesses with dangerous underworld bosses and you expect me not to know how to curse?” A dry chuckle rumbled out of my chest. I was seriously out of my mind. After everything that has happened, it wouldn’t be normal if I didn’t lose my mind. “You’re too innocent to curse..” Vincenzo walked past his brother and me, heading to the entrance door, his phone in his left hand.

“Are you pregnant, Freya? I can smell our pups in you. He said in a low but stern tone, trying to get closer to me. “What? Your pups? You’re delusional and crazy. How can a slut be having your pups”?. I said, throwing their words back at them. I stood up from my seat, moving away, as I didn't want to be an inch closer to them both. Nicklaus, on the other hand, didn't say anything but had not removed his eyes from me since he came inside. “I am not pregnant with your pups, alphas,” I stated, moving away. But they both made their way towards me, surrounding me while I stood in their middle.

“But don't worry! Dying is the first step.” Dead? My blood ran cold. He smirked. “Just don’t do it again.” “This is nonsense. I refuse to listen. Let me out of this fucking insane bus,” I yelled, hitting the metal ground with my right foot. The man was too cold. Too cold to the point you could not look into his eyes for too long. As if he was a grim reaper. “It’s too late. The game has already been activated, and you have been registered as a player.” His voice was too quiet. Too hazardous.

“You made him dead.” Nero’s mouth quirked. “Yes. I did, right?” he beamed with pride. “So I did. And yet his shadow keeps an appointment. I wish he had a grave that I could pluck his bones from and feed it to the dogs.” Nico’s gaze narrowed on the single chess then trailed back to the screen. “Shadows don’t cut power to locks. Neither do they send packages,” he said slowly. “People do.”