Borrasca Part 5 Novels & Stories

and wouldn't elaborate further. I peered out the window, we were approaching the exit gates. I pushed my cheek against the cool glass to get a closer view. A dozen rozzers surrounded the car, their jumpsuits making a sea of Forrest green around us. One made direct eye contact with me, and suddenly my window was rolled down. He had a face full of scars and grime, his hair seemed to be slicked back with thick oil making him look unwashed. He gripped his riffle to his chest with a smirk.

What a beautiful scar indeed. THE END.

So far nothing came from the rogues, surely they were in there. Pythia and her team set up a barrier to keep the others trapped within the house. Man I could really learn a thing or two from her. I looked around to see if I could spot Leia, he should have sent her by now with all the commotion. Growls from the rogues house erupted, ah there it is. Stephen and the guys looked absolutely ready to kill anything that came out of that house. One by one rogues came crashing out as the house burnt down around them. I looked over to Ambrosia and saw some of her people were getting hurt. Those looked like newly turned vampires. Fuck. I focused on my spirit element expanding it out to everyone to help

"Listen, I know it's stupid for you, but werewolves, vampire witches and everything you can think of exist. that... what's his name? -Borja, I don't know his last name, they always call him alpha - he explains to me. -Borja is a werewolf, and unfortunately you are his partner - she listened to me attentively. So I spent the whole day explaining about the wolves although she couldn't believe that I was her partner because I did that to her and the truth is I didn't understand it either. I left her in the room with a change of clothes. Today I would discharge her. The gynecologist gave her what she should take about the pregnancy, although she didn't know if she wanted to carry it out, but tha

Lucky bastard. But none of us would be lucky today. Bernardino was going to be all over us. He and his squeaky voice would be pissing us off for a while, in his attempt to hear about what had happened in Northern Horizon. Like I had a clue why that asshole Sandro Borromeo had been there in the first place, let alone blow up the van behind us. Craig had been pretty silent on the ride home, but I’d heard him and Ace muttering that it had likely been more of a warning than a serious attempt on our lives. Yeah, right. Tell that to the giant shard of glass the pretty nurse had pulled out of Ace’s neck.

"The boss wants to see you " He yelled at me above the club's noise. I scoffed. "The boss" was one hell of an arrogant man. “I’m not interested.” I told him, waving him off. Jessica overheard the exchange and rolled her eyes at me . “Girl , we're not asking you to fall in love with him , just get laid and get that asshole off your system for a bit.” I hesitated and looked in the dude’s direction . His eyes were still on me ,though an interested smirk now tipped a corner of his lips.

Fabric tore. “No!” She broke free, stumbling, but they seized her ankles and slammed her to the dirt. A slap cracked her cheek. Blood welled. Blow after blow rained down until her screams guttered into whimpers. Rose clamped a hand over his mouth. Franco’s grip on his arm turned bruising. When the Alphas finished, they drove a sword through her chest and vanished, leaving her corpse splayed in the mud. Rose staggered forward. “Monsters,” he whispered, trembling.

Henry soon ceases his struggle for breath. Blossom sniffs the air, her instincts steering her toward Liza, who is nearby. She follows the blood trail on the ground, navigating past overturned tables and a grim assortment of werewolf and human remains, some still recognizable, others lost to chaos. Her path leads her to the grisly area where bodies hang suspended from meat hooks, a morbid reminder of the horrors that have unfolded.

Tari landed like a sack of tomatoes on the table, knocking off half of the tools with her, while the table stayed afloat. She groaned, but had no time to feel the pain. She picked up the tweezers she spotted, then lunged at him. Before she could stand up fully, Barasa's palm was already wrapped round her throat. He slammed her back onto the cotton curtain, revealing the glass wall behind it. The tweezers fell from Tari's grip, and she grabbed his arm around her neck as it knocked the air out of her. She saw it — the determination in his eyes, the redness spreading from his left eye to the right.

Controlled in the way men became right before violence. The parking level came into view. Cars. Concrete pillars. Empty spaces. Ciro’s eyes moved rapidly across the level. And stopped. Bodies. Three of them. Blood spreading across concrete beneath expensive suits. One against the wall. Two near the cars. Clean shots. Professional. Ciro’s eyes moved across the scene rapidly. Shell casings. A smear of blood against the side of a black Mercedes. His jaw tightened. “Rosa,” he said quietly into the comm in his ear. “Find her. Now.”