Boxman X Venomous Mga Nobela at Kwento

Liam smiles evilly with a tilt of his head. Rowan shuts his eyes to catch his breath, placing his hands on his hips. “Five years and this is the best you can do, Liam. I'm kind of disappointed,” Liam's lips stretch into a smirk. “Of course not, brother, I didn't think you would die from that, and that's just the tip of the iceberg,” he puts his hand behind him and takes out a weapon. “I got this from a human friend years ago. They called it a gun, but of course, you know what a gun is, but do you know what it's loaded with?” He asks, smirking as if he's already won and Rowan is on the verge of death. “Silver bullets. One shot and you'll be dead, brother. Since all my plans failed to take you

Just the low flicker of a single screen in the corner showing grainy security footage and a faint red line blinking across the bottom. Dante moved like he belonged here. Like he owned this place. He tossed his bloodstained blazer aside, and I saw the full extent of the gash along his upper arm. Deep. Ragged. Already staining his undershirt in thick streaks of red. My stomach twisted. I scanned the room, my eyes catching on a metal locker that had been left slightly ajar. Inside—neatly arranged—was a small black box with a red cross on the top.

Scarface's stuttering was really starting to irk him. "I'm s-sorry, Sir Miller. What I meant was that mage fire came from his hands! He didn't order any demons and his fire was red! His fire, which burned Poisontip in mere moments and killed him, burned red! His flames are red, Master Miller!" Scarface started sobbing violently. 'Ah, he lost it…' "Hector…" Hector, who was now behind Marcus, lowered his head. "Yes, Sir Marcus?" "Take this pathetic man out and dispose of him."

One of the two men suddenly flung open his coat and what appeared to be a Fostech Origin 12 shotgun came out of his side from the vast collection of guns that were hanging underneath. He emptied it, spraying the security guard with bullets that were being emitted at almost thirty rounds in less than eight seconds before turning back to his counterpart. The sound of bullets threw everyone present in the facility into panic, with people running to hide under their working tables. Moments later, the two men were seen running out of the facility, carrying a large metallic box and got into a truck. ★★★ Mr. Gilbert took over from the reception, applying his knowledge on History with the students f

Eric said coolly, his tone sharp enough to cut glass. Rex’s eyes darted to Damien, who was calmly examining a sleek, custom-made gun. A shiver ran down his spine. He recognized the weapon—a modified Smith & Wesson, known for its devastating effects. The bullets it fired didn’t just kill, they tortured, leaving behind excruciatingly slow, acid-induced agony. It was an acid that burned through everything until the pearly white bone was exposed. That pain alone would have people begging for death over mercy. Mr. Damien, I-I’m not sure of the purpose of your visit. V-velvet vipers hasn’t interfered with the Cross’s business—”

Poison was only learning hand-to-hand combat and was no match for the seasoned warrior Ian was. "You...just-" but what she had planned to say, they did not find out. She collapsed to the ground as she spoke. They both ran to her side as she struggled to pull herself to Venom’s body. She looked carefully at his belt, then pulled at a green pouch attached to it, but could not untie it. Ian took it, opened it, and gave it to her. She looked in and took out a vial of powder. "Water?" she weakly asked them. They both shook their heads no and she made a face.

Two men sat there, surrounded by empty whiskey glasses. "Gentlemen." Roxy purred. "Meet Angel. The fresh meat." The man on the left slowly looked up. He was flawlessly carved, with dark hair falling into striking, ice-blue eyes and a sharp jawline covered in dark stubble. A thin, jagged scar cut through his left eyebrow but it only added to his lethal, rugged appeal. A heavy silver patch on his leather cut read V. PRES. "Venom.” Roxy said, gesturing to him. "Vice President."

He complicated my dad; petting him on the back. “Can we go now?” My Dad asked; his eyes frail and bloodshot. “Not until I check if the box is intact.” “Skylar!” He thundered “Yes boss,” answered one of his men. “Check if the box is intact.” “Okay boss.” Skylar flipped the case open; for a while he stare at it with wide eyes and the muttered, “Boss, half of the box is loaded with cool cash, while the remaining half is littered with change.”

The man placed his hand on the Joker's shoulder and squeezed it, "My girlfriend causing you some trouble?" The joker just stared at the tall, dark-haired man in a bomber jacket. The two men were of the same height, the darker-haired one was a few inches taller than the Joker. He wore a black leather jacket over a black t-shirt and ripped blue jeans. His face was painted in a skull. He grinned at the Joker. "She's a handful when she's drunk, sorry if she put her hands on you by mistake."

' "It seems your Agent husband had crammed your brain in a very good fucking way but he forgot to tell you the golden point my love" I got flinched by his sudden voice. Xavier was still standing in the same position; his back was facing me but the air soon turned toxic making me difficult to breathe as his creepy aura returned back. Xavier then slowly turned around and gave me a spine-chilling look. I gasped as he took out a shiny silver bayonet from his pocket. He then walked forward to the mysterious guy while glaring at me fiercely. "You should never try to mortify The Venom" He gritted. Xavier then walked towards that mysterious man and in one swift movement he tore the black cloth off h