Borrasca Part 5 Novels & Stories

Hazel looked at everyone, everyone was looking at her. “Oh, why me?” protested Hazel. “You are her best friend. Talk to her,” snapped Ambrosia. “Okay, no need to snap at me. I will talk to her,” said Hazel. They were talking to each other when a loud bang attracted their attention. They closed their ears as it started ringing. All looked at their door, it was shattered into pieces. All the girls started screaming the moment they saw Narciso with a big gun in his hands. He had blown the door into bits.

“Any fraidy cats out there better hightail it, baby, ‘cause here she comes! Roll that film!” The movie started after that. I hit the fast forward to try to get to the next part with Boris. He held an envelope and leaned against a big metallic apparatus that I recognized from Steve’s description. Without taking his eyes off the camera, he pulled out the same bloody razor and used it to slice open the letter.

Climbing out of her bed I don’t even bother putting on clothes as I waltz naked to my quarters. Meeting Boris at the border I am unprepared for what I see. This is definitely an attack directed towards Ella. The pretty boy from the bar is impaled with a branch halfway up a tree. His skin is pale blue, and his eyes are wide open, staring into nothingness. I notice that there is a note pinned to his shirt. Climbing the tree I pull the note off his shirt and the branch collapses to the ground with a sickening crunch causing it to further impale the pretty boy. A couple of the new guards are retching in the woods at the sight of his now mangled body.

he groaned when Layla sunk her fangs again to tear his flesh. “N-No… I dare not do it. In fact, my mate would also bite my shoulder when she’s having a hard time,” Boris confessed, shyly. His face started to get red again. Nah, it was redder than before. And Zev could see a little hint of excitement from the boy’s eyes.

Her cutting her wrist to feed him was not in vain. She offered her arm to him and said generously, "Go ahead, drink." Ambrose stared at her fair and slender arm but shook his head. Larissa asked with confusion, "Aren't you going to drink my blood?" Ambrose said, "Close your eyes." Larissa was puzzled. "Why?" Ambrose replied, "Don't worry about it. Just close your eyes." Larissa hesitated, but she trusted that Ross wouldn't harm her. She closed her eyes and asked, "What now?"

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

"It may be most girls fantasy to have two naked men fight for her honour, but personally I just find it weird." Their fighting slowed but both refused to submit. Cassar's eyes as black as onyx. Baras with glowing auburn eyes. Cassar had Baras pinned against the wall of the dark cave by his neck. Snarling in his face with the fury of Hades. "What did you do to her?" Cassar snarled, his canines ready to rip out Baras' throat. I've heard he's done it before. "She came here." Baras snarled back.

She was crying and struggling as she wore the pajamas that looked like it wasn't hers. Michael trembled as he watched the scene unfold in the video. Elena, on the other hand, was able to hold on to his arm as the two of them watched the video while sitting on the edge of the bed. Suddenly, a shot was heard from the video and he saw it go straight to the head of Alba, making both Michael and Elena freeze. The shot made Alba's body go limp, and as her blood spilled from her forehead, her entire face was covered by her hair. She remained seated as the ropes that held her had kept her in place. The shot and Elena's gasp echoed in the silence of the night.

He gestured at me. "You can't kill me, Silas. I own this fucking city... and I will get back everything you shitheads took from me." His smile dropped. "I will end The Black Rose..." he seethed. "One petal at a time." He laughed. "Isn't that exciting?" He put his hands in his pockets and turned around, not caring about the gun being aimed at his back. Lorenzo and Noir were behind Silas, along with several men that hadn't been there before, pointing their guns at the opposing men.

Boris screamed. The sudden shock overwhelmed him, his men immediately stepped forward as their instinct took over while their loyalty took over but before they could even move around too much Francesco moved with great speed pulling off Boris's entire arm out. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Boris screamed so loud as blood gushed out of his torn arm while sweats filled his entire body like he was poured large buckets of water. The motion was so fast that several of them barely understood what they were seeing. One moment Francesco was seated and the next moment he was already moving, the efficiency was frightening, the confidence was overwhelming.