Boxman X Venomous Mga Nobela at Kwento

'There's nothing else to use. Venom enters the kitchenette, sneering angrily, and laughs at the pen, blunt knife and wooden spoon. He walks slowly towards us, and I throw the salt in his face burning his eyes. He lunges towards me, unable to see, and he tries to grab me. Hailey runs behind Venom and hits him across the head with the wooden spoon, snapping it in half.

As the hissing of her Mambas gets closer, I ignore them and pretend to focus my gaze on Ryan and her bitch instead. "I have seen my scapegoat," I said with a smirk. Just then, the venom woman dived at me, and I slowly stepped aside, which made one of her Mambas whoosh past my face. I didn't let them regain their stances when I removed two arrows and shot them in the same motion. It hit one of the Mambas, pinned it to the ground, and I watched as it burned to ashes. The venom woman yelled in a rage, then hurdled at me, this time with her long claw. She snarled, her bloody teeth, which looked like a fang, revealed in the process, and her claws aiming for my face.

The smoke of tobacco filled the room, giving it a darkness that showed the impending conflict. Just like the Blood Moon Cartel, the Raven's Eye had a high ranking in the mafia's hierarchy. The boss, Lord Venom, just like Aurelio, exuded a dangerous aura, and he had a strong thing against Aurelio. He was in his room, a thin layer of folds in between his lips as he stared at one person's picture on his phone, Aurelio. His eyes burned with deep hatred, cold and menacing. The door to his Villa opened and Radar, his right-hand man, walked in. He bowed, awaiting Lord Venom's reply.

Three days later, Raven found herself deeper in Diamondback territory than ever before, sitting across from Venom in his private office above the Black Fang. The room was a study in controlled menace—expensive furniture mixed with obvious displays of wealth and power. Stacks of cash sat openly on side tables, and she could see the outline of at least three different weapons within easy reach of his chair. "Your first assignment went well," Venom said, pouring himself a glass of aged whiskey. He didn't offer her one, which she took as both an insult and a test. "Snake was impressed with your composure under pressure."

If anyone owes anything, it's you who owes me. After hearing my words, Lydia's eyes filled with fury. However, the poison swamp's corrosion had already rendered her unable to speak. She could only watch helplessly as she was corroded bit by bit. Watching her sink beneath the poison swamp, coldness flashed through my eyes. "Come out. How cowardly of you to use your female as a shield." As soon as I said this, Marcus and the other beastmen from my previous life quickly emerged from deep within the jungle. The moment they saw me, their eyes held a trace of fervor.

The study is nothing like the rest of the penthouse. It’s darker, more enclosed, the walls lined with shelves full of books that don’t look decorative. Hardcovers with worn spines. Titles that suggest strategy, history, economics. The desk is heavy wood, solid and unadorned, its surface neat to the point of severity. Papers are stacked in precise piles. A leather notebook lies open beside a crystal tumbler, amber liquid catching the light. And next to it, unmistakable even at a glance, is a gun.

“What kind of business would that be?” “Making babies,” He said with all seriousness on his face. “Making babies huh?” I asked softly. He nodded and pressed his lips against mine once more. Suddenly there was a loud crash. I spun around to see that the glass wall of the restaurant had been shattered. Damien quickly positioned himself in front of me. “Stay back,” he said. But my gaze caught another box just like the one Raymond had flung into the coffee shop. “Damien?” I muttered but he had already seen it.

Vito stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his scent—cologne and something darker, more dangerous—filling the air around me. “Business is part of it,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “But that’s not all.” I swallowed hard, my heart racing. “What else is there?” His eyes darkened, the smile fading from his lips as he reached out, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. The touch was light, barely there, but it sent a shock of electricity through me. “There’s unfinished business between us,” he said, his voice rougher now, deeper. “You know it. I know it.”

She must not care about getting out of here in one piece! "You wretched woman, how dare you...," Marcus snarled, grabbing Serena's wrist. "You're nothing but trash, already used up by my uncle. I wouldn't even bother with leftovers like you!" Serena remained unfazed. "If I'm so beneath you, then why don't you let go?" Wayne, fueled by the alcohol, had his judgment clouded by that slap. "I'm not letting go, so what are you gonna do about it?” "Marcus, do you want to lose that hand of yours?" Damien's lazy voice drifted over from the direction of the stairs. His tone was calm but carried a hint of warning.

Perhaps they would think that she was sad that she had spent so much money on them. Anyway, back to the topic at hand. “It’s nothing, brothers and sisters. This is my first time meeting you. It is only right for me to do this.” Vale smiled. “Okay, enough with the pleasantries. Since this is our first time meeting each other, why don’t we introduce ourselves?” The man who had a scar around his neck asked. “Then, I’ll start first. Perhaps, you all already know who I am. I’m T the new leader of Venomous Gang. This is my trainers Captain, Cassie and this is my private assistant, Roy.”