Blue Exorcist Renzo Mga Nobela at Kwento

And from Renzo’s restlessness, he realized the bombs he had rigged the building with could not be deactivated and were already counting down, so the kid was desperate to get out of here. That was so foolish. He guessed the boy had more anger in him than common sense. He shook his head. Renzo and Eli truly had so much in common. No wonder they could fall for the same woman. “So what is it going to be kid?” He asked, looking down at the woman Eli had managed to mess up. He had seen her at her finest as Aurora and then Rosa, and would still not have touched her with a long pole even then. He frowned in disgust. Definitely not his type.

RENZO “Fuck you!” Asher gritted out before fading… perhaps into unconsciousness. “I really don’t want that to happen again,” Elix continued, her voice still soft. “It’s messy. And frankly, it’s bad for morale.” She turned slowly, addressing the room. “I am Elix,” she said clearly. “Daughter of Emilio Vescari as you already know. I'm a popular figure online anyway. And until Renzo wakes up, you will listen to me.”

I was lost deep in thought and didn’t hear any of the words that were said but then something broke and I flinched when I found that man called Renzo standing right in front of me then he gripped my shoulder and, pulled making me stand up. I looked right into his eyes and found out that they weren’t black but dark green with some specs of gold. “LEAVE IF YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOR YOU.” The man snarled in my face, and this time I couldn’t suppress the shudder that took over my body when his hot breath touched my cheeks and ruffled my hair. “Ahhh, you need to chill my friend, and let the girl go you are scaring her.” Franco said as he stood up and chuckled, but Renzo’s eyes didn’t leave mine,

Renz replied, almost softer than usual. Before we could say more, two women approached. I caught the change in Renz instantly—his voice cooled, his frame straightened, that edge sliding back into place. “Happy birthday, Renz,” the blonde said smoothly, handing him a bouquet. She looked polished, practiced—one of those women born to fit this world. Renz didn’t reach for the flowers. Instead, he looked at me—like take it, and so I did. With a steady tone, he said, “This is my ex. From years ago.” Then he lifted our joined hands, thumb brushing mine like punctuation. “And this,” he added, gaze unwavering, “is my fiancée, Nyx.”

His deep voice snarled as the girl nodded desperately. “Yes, please! Oh fuck! Please fuck me! Sir,” she said, just as Marcel’s eyes locked with Lorenzo’s. They knew what to do. “We’re going to show you what you’ve been missing,” Renzo said as he walked forward, taking the same pace as Marcel. As Marcel began to unbutton his shirt, he went forward. His hands immediately combed through her scalp and jammed her hair into a twist in his fingers as he pulled her head to the side.

A whole night of one-sided conversation. Aria squeezed my hand before slipping away to her own seat beside Alexei—two seats from Gianna—Alessia’s twin. The resemblance between them was uncanny—same sharp cheekbones, same espresso-dark eyes—but where Alessia was sunshine, Alexei was shadows. He lounged back in his chair, face impassive, watching the room like it bored him. I moved further into the room. And then, There he was. Renzo. My breath hitched. He looks unfairly good in a suit—he looked so hot in a silky black shirt and dress pants at the party, now he looks devastating—black fabric hugging his broad shoulders, the crisp black shirt emphasizing the olive hue of his skin.

Yet… she couldn’t do anything than to spite his name into hell. “Just act right and I might consider your life, Jen.” Renz murmured as his empty eyes gazed at her while he was gripping so hard on her tiny wrist. Jennifer winced in pain, but Renz didn’t budge even just a bit. He sounded so menacing and the killing intent in his aura, eyes, and voice were making him more evil than ever. “You wouldn’t get in the way, right?” Renz muttered again after he leaned closer to her ear where he found a man standing by the car.

No one saw me. They never do. Not when I become her. La Rosa Nera. And tonight, she’s angry. ~~~~~ The city lights smeared against the windshield as we drove. I didn't ask if Renzo knew where we were headed. I gave the name. He understood. Nico Mareni’s mansion reeked of sin, an over-perfumed carcass in marble. Dante once came here for whispers. I come now for silence. Renzo didn’t break the stillness until we were a block away. “You sure you wanna walk in there dressed like that?”

Mike worried that maybe Renz really saw Rollin there, and their son just thought it was a dream. Mike returned an hour later. "There's no one there, not a trace. It's impossible that he came here." He approached Renz. "Renz, tell me everything you saw. I want every detail." "I just know I'm looking at the whole scene, Dad. Mom was there and a vampire named 'Rollin.' He had mean blue eyes and blonde hair and he was tall like you. He was laughing and I just felt like I wanted to... I wanted to..." Once again tears came from his eyes and his eyes brightened.

QUADE "Don't you just hate it when the parents fight?" Enzo mocked, eyes twinkling in amusement, "those two seriously need to fuck already. There's not enough holy water in the world to cleanse my eyes after watching them." Zen rolled his eyes. They were opposites in every way, looks and personality. It was something I barely noticed before but nowadays, strange things caught my attention. Like the way Enzo had dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and a fucking pretty boy face with a mauled chest — thanks to me — and Zen with his dark eyes that were close to obsidian and his jet black hair. The brains and the brawn. It was obvious which was which.