Borrasca Summary Novels & Stories

she said, folding a finger. "Bora.... please" Poppy said. "Two" November folded another finger. "Bora..." Poppy said in fear. Bora took her bag and got two hundred dollars. "Three" November said and Bora placed it on her palm She extracted 150 dollars and threw the remaining cash on Bora's face. "Buy roll on with that, I can smell the bad ooze from your armpits" she said and everyone gasped.. " You low garbage can!, I'll find out the daughter of who you are and I'll destroy you!, Wait for it!" Bora shouted.

Watching her grow into the woman she was now—brilliant, sharp-tongued, and completely unaware of how deeply she had embedded herself into my thoughts. And now, she was mine. Even if she hated me for it. Zayn studied me. “You know she’s going to fight you at every turn, right?” I smirked. “I’d be disappointed if she didn’t.” He laughed. “You’re fucked, man.” I exhaled, shaking my head. “Tell me about the Barros situation.” Zayn’s amusement faded, replaced by something colder. “They made another move last night.” My grip on the glass in my hand tightened. “Where?”

Alexander stared down at the sleeping woman, her eyes were swollen from crying or maybe it was something else, her body was littered with scratches and large gashes that he knew would take just a few days to heal. Her breathing was even, a far cry from what she was like when she was brought into the hospital...Her hands were covered in blood, his mother’s blood. They had found them next to each other, Elisa’s cold body in Rain’s arms. She was delirious when they found her, she refused to let Elisa go and kept threatening to kill anyone that came close...Her eyes were closer all through and even her words were slurred.

The fear in her chest was overwhelming—like a storm she was struggling to contain. Madam Borra didn’t know how to respond. She held her forehead as anxiety pounded in her chest, her knees suddenly weakening. She collapsed onto the sofa, losing strength at that moment. Secretary Donna quickly rushed to her side, supporting her, her face filled with concern. “C-call her again! W-where is Lejandro? C-call him too—maybe they’re together right now!” Madam Borra ordered, her voice shaking uncontrollably. As Donna dialed, she glanced at Madam Borra and heard her softly whisper a prayer.

I ignored Gallum and went to Boris for answers. "Tell me what's going on." Boris sighed and said, "The princess's inner wolf is very ill. The tainted blood didn't harm her but her wolf Aspen. The medicine isn't doing anything to the demon blood and only exacerbated it. Gallum was lucky it only infected his outer shell." Glancing down at Sasha I gritted my teeth in the hope of warding off the emotional turmoil I was feeling. "Is the rogue Alpha named Scarlett?" I asked. Boris nodded and gave me a questionable glare.

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

Rossa screamed as sharp fangs sank deeply into her arm. The basin fell from her hands. Raw meat scattered across the ground. Rossa tried pulling her arm back while crying in terror. “Help… help…” But no one came. No one cared. And before she could free herself— another dog rushed out. Then another. And another. Rossa’s body collapsed onto the ground as four dogs began biting her at the same time. Her screams echoed throughout the back area of the mansion. Pain. Unbearable pain. Their fangs sank into her arms. Her shoulders. Her legs.

Alas, it was Damian Blackwood. His gaze hit me like a blow, a reminder that his eyes were the one pair that were not supposed to be seeing this. His hair was rumpled and the reek of bourbon hung about him even from a distance-though I could not tell if it was because he really did smell like that or because I had become so used to him smelling like that that my brain associated it with him. His eyes-red-circled and blazing-flamed with a fury I hadn't seen in years.

I argued. "Your brother was the accountant for a gang—a family rather—The Black Rose." The Black Rose. It was the name Elijah had called his company, and now they were saying it was a gang? "And now that he's gone, they won't stop until they wipe out the rest of The Black Rose," Silas took a step back. "You signed your fate the second you stepped foot in Italy with that passport. If they get their hands on you, they will kill you or worse."

He said and chuckled. "No, Obviously No." She said while rolling her eyes. "Now, let me pluck the thorn out of your back." She continued and observed that a large thorn has punctured his back with a large stem and few petals of a dark red rose similar to black shade. "It's okay darlo. The person should not be afraid of thorns if they crave for roses." He said while Irina plucked out the penetrated stem of a rose. He acted to hiss in a pain.