Novel & Cerita Blue Exorcist Renzo

Each time we were a step closer to achieving our long goal, Father finds someone else to replace the current exorcist The last time we got closer to achieving our long goal was the battle between Asmodeus and Reverend Father Frank. We have never seen any like him before. We won the fight but lost the body. The Reverend Father was crippled by Asmodeus while he put a dent on Asmodeus life forcing him to stay in a coma state for years

I exhaled, already exhausted. Rosita picked up her cutlery with grace. “Elix,” she said suddenly. “You’ve been betrothed to my son since you turned eighteen, yes?” Elix straightened, clearly pleased to be addressed. “Yes.” “Then you should know him well,” Rosita continued. “Tell me. What does Renzo hate the most?” I paused mid-sip. Elix didn’t look fazed. She nodded confidently. “Of course. He hates the sound of people chewing ice.”

Aurelio stretched his arm and lifted her face up, their eyes met. "Have I ever told you that I enjoy seeing you shy and embarrassed? Coz you look even prettier" Aurelio said. Amour blushed even more and bit her lips. Aurelio smiled more and released her. Soon their meal were brought and they dug in, eating with Amour looking down. ✮•✮•✮•✮ ••BLACK VENOM COB•• A car drove in the clan and out of it came Rexton. He was wearing all black and he held a non smiling look on his face as he made his way in.

“Please let him go now, Enzo! It’s absolutely not his fault at all!” For a brief moment, Enzo didn’t move a muscle. His jaw clenched tight, his whole body completely rigid with unleashed fury. But then his intense gaze finally met mine, and something instantly softened in his dark eyes. His iron grip loosened, his hand gently falling away, his chest heavily heaving as if every single breath was a painful battle for control. His hands actively trembled, the intense fury inside him fiercely pulling at the very edges of his control. I turned to Ren, steadying my own voice as much as I truly could. “Go now, Ren,” I said firmly, strongly holding his gaze until he looked up fully at me. “Just calm

It is not mine; it is his. "You killed him." My voice breaks into a shaken sob. My fingers trembling non-stop. "I did the necessary." Renzo, who is standing by the doorway, dressed in a different design white Armani suit, strolls in, carrying a gun like it was nothing. An arm candy. "Are you okay?" There is no shred of concern in his voice, rather void of any emotion. This man is truly heartless.

these two would be the end of me. “ Not to interrupt your precious argument, but you two are going to expose yourself at this rate,” Renzo folded his arms. “ Let's not forget that Ricardo is not unconscious but sleeping. He might as well be pretending to be sleeping so he'd hear everything we're saying,” Renzo hushed us. “ You two should head home. I'll get one of the drivers to pick you up,” I heaved. “ I'll call Gian to let him know everything that's going on right now,” I informed them.

I swear his gae right now will freeze over an ocean. “Be right back,” Renzo mutters his answer. The look on his face says he isn’t surprised and this is a normal day for him. On the other hand, Nero’s jaw is clenched, his gaze is hard and dark, and he looks like he’s plotting my best friend’s demise. Renzo nudges a rigid Nero out of the room and closes the door. “I can’t believe that worked,” I whisper, staring at the closed door. “You just sent the devil on a coffee run.”

“Names.” He panted, sweat mixing with the blood on his skin, his body trembling from shock. But he was stubborn. Still holding on. Fine. That was fine. I could do this all night. Renzo walked up behind me, resting a hand on my shoulder, speaking low. “He’s close. But he won’t break easy. Not yet.” I knew. Men like him—they needed more than just pain. They needed fear. I stood, stepping back, nodding at Aurelio. “Bring the blowtorch.”

Her nickname is Stormy/Story. Xzander Nero: light brown hair and fern colored eyes. He is rather quiet and watches those around him, not fighting the Rosario family when they come into contact with them. He isn't mute, but he just doesn't like talking twenty four seven and has a sense of doing what is right.