Novel & Cerita Blue Exorcist Renzo

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.

He barks orders in Japanese to his soldiers as I return to the back room. Lycus is kneeling on top of the table with Renzo pinned beneath him, his hands wrapped around the Italian's throat, squeezing hard. Renzo's face is bright purple, his lips blue and swollen, his legs kicking spastically, and he's gently swatting at Lycus's arms like he might break the killing grip, until slowly, he stops moving. Lycus holds him there for another thirty seconds before sighing and letting him go. He sits back on his hands, sweating miserably.

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.