Carnage Maximum Novels & Stories

He needed to release his emotions and rebel a little or a lot. With a smile that didn’t reach his cold, dead eyes, Maximus drove to the red-light district of the closest city. He wanted to have some mindless fun before returning to his work. He found a gin joint that was hopping with life. He parked across the street from the gin joint and ran through the rain to get to the club’s entrance. The music was loud, the glitz and the glam was over the top. It was teeming with life. Everyone there was looking for the time of their lives. Maximus knew for sure now that this would be the last time in someone’s life there tonight. He hungers for blood and violence. With the knowledge that he was the s

Causing carnage was my thing. Lucio aimed at the wall to test out the silver handgun, but it didn't budge. "Why isn't this thing working?" Max took the silver handgun from Lucio's hand and aimed it at the wall. As Max pulled the trigger, a deafening explosion reverberated through the room, immediately followed by a forceful impact. The gun had malfunctioned, propelling Max backward and causing him to collide with a nearby table. The room fell silent in stunned disbelief as the unexpected incident unfolded.

Carlon sat infront of me. "What about cara?" he asked me. "She's been working too much." "She is. That's why I volunteered to deliver the brownies, so she won't have to worry," "Always look out to her. She might overwork herself again. I'm worried," I said. "Don't worry, Austin. Our father will start his therapy soon. That's was the only reason why cara worked so hard, to earn money for dad's therapy, but his batchmates from high school helped him."

The Deep Warren no longer sounded like a sanctuary. It sounded like an industrialized forge of war. For seven straight days, the civilian engineering teams led by Daniel Maxwell had worked around the clock, fueled by adrenaline, fear, and Musa’s smuggled coffee rations. They had completely dismantled the twelve heavily armored Vanguard transport trucks captured at the Makuyuni pass. They stripped the massive, reinforced steel axles, the heavy-duty alternators, and miles of thick, industrial copper wiring.

I took in a deep breath. “And also going to the psychic who told me i was going to lose another friend again that’s sick and the first person that came to mind was you. The first person, Maria cos of the cancer. It’s fucking overwhelming” I panted, halting my car at the sudden notice of a red light and almost running into a car. And it was then i stopped, panting heavily.

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

he paused and pointed the gun at Cynthia. "You were so good in bed, I foolishly let you into my bed without knowing that you are Delilah. Thank God I am not Sampson who was blinded by sweet pûssy. I am smarter than you" he shrugged. "How much did that guy pay you? Oh, maybe he fûcked you better than I did!" He laughed. "It feels good to waste the blood of those who betrayed you. It will be more fun sucking the blood of your enemies!"

what they are talking about isn't some normal capitalist bullshit. My eyes lock onto the document as they sign and toast to whatever selfish and inhumane cause they were all supporting. Anger skitters beneath my skin, my heart pounding in my ears. Dante Romano killed my father and traffics girls. How could I let myself forget? He's the reason I'm here in the first place. I'm here to ruin him. To kill him and to free all those girls. "We'll be leaving now." I flinch at Dante's arm snaking behind my waist. His lips graze my ear as he pulls me along.

It’s Carl, my bus driver. “Kyaria, this is Carl. He drives the bus.” I say, introducing her. “Hi.” She squeaks out. Carl just looks at her and nods. I am sure I saw a half-smile on his face. I can understand why she was staring. Carl is very intimidating. He is a huge guy. He is bigger than Trevor. Carl has to be 6’11” and close to 300lbs of solid muscle. He can be scary as hell. Kyaria looked like a tiny ant standing next to him. Carl walked to the front of the bus. Kyaria went over and started getting her computer and camera equipment arranged. I wonder over and look at all the equipment she brought with her. I never realized that all this is needed for taking pictures.