Cell Block Tango He Had It Coming Mga Nobela at Kwento

But Allen was a memory wiper and this is a kind if experience she wants to remember. "Miss Flora?"The bartender knocks continuously on the door and finally opens it when there was no answer. "Holy fuck!"he screamed seeing Flora mad Allen. "Oh my God!"Flora and Allen shouted too as they hurriedly used the duvet to cover themselves. "You both are siblings. Why are you doing this to yourself!"the bartender shouted. "Erhm. It's..not..it's not what you think" Flora tried to defend. "Why are you here!"Allen was starting to get pissed.

I sat up, beating at my chest over and over again, hoping the pain would just go away. I loved him... I gave everything to him, and I spent seven years of my life doing everything he wanted. But it clearly wasn't enough. "Ahhhhh!" I screamed. The pain was unbearable, and I needed it to stop. I needed someone... anyone to put a stop to the pain. The ringtone of my phone echoed in the silence room. I looked in the direction of my phone, staring blankly as his name flashed across the screen. I stood up from the bathtub, grabbing my phone from the table to accept the call.

“Don’t be too mad at him. I threatened to break his fingers if he didn’t tell me what he knew, and after that, it was easy to get Cyber to dig into the name on the paperwork for the bar.” He had threatened to break Bobby’s fingers? And who the hell was Cyber? “You’ve seen Cyber, he's the one with all the tattoos.” I nodded, still not able to remember. Not that it mattered right then anyway. “This ex of yours is dead?” Fang went straight back to business. His face set in a grim line. I nodded mutely

"No wonder! No wonder it exploded! She was egging him on the whole time!" "Vicious—too vicious! She didn't just harm that guy, she could've killed everyone in the building!" The middle-aged lady who had cursed me the loudest earlier now stood there with her mouth open, face turning red then pale. She quietly slipped toward the back of the crowd, unwilling to meet anyone's eyes. The footage continued. On screen, my body pivoted ever so slightly. My left hand, held near my chest, gave a swift, precise signal. Then came my distorted shout, "Get down!"

Some one she knows, cannot defend herself with spiritual powers, therefore, today, we will show her, why it isn't good to kill another. In the silence of the crowd, someone's tears could be heard, and Tangy that hadn't planned to look up, had to look up, when she did, others were looking at the person too, it was Leo, he was sobbing shamelessly, their eyes met, and she let the tears that had locked around her eyes drop.

Agent Tom’s POV I quickly surveyed the scene, I got clues from the organizer to the security, they need to be brought in for questioning. I found that the tire belongs to an SUV. “How come that Tanner guy looked familiar?” I kept asking myself. I must carefully follow this lead to gain the upper hand in this case because so far it seems to be going nowhere. Tanner’s POV Thankfully, the bullet just grazed my shoulder, so I had to tie a bandage around it. “Damn! This stuff hurts” I muttered to myself. At least I have gotten my revenge on old Morgan.

he gave out a cold shuffle walking inside with Isabella quietly behind him. When she walked inside the chambers it was less horrific than what she had imagined. Albert was tied up to a chair in the middle of the chambers but he had not been bruised or hurt in any way, though the room still smells like the pungent blood mixed with the strong bleach like somebody had tried to clean up the pungent smell of blood with the bleach. on either side of the room was Jaden and James with their faces looking grim as ever as their mob boss finally walked in walking straight towards the chair right In front of Albert, there were also two other men on the corner of room that Isabella didn't knew about but

"Fair. But I know my brother. And I know this… game he’s playing with you won't end well.” A loud crash cut through the murmurs in the room. Heads turned to the fallen tower of champagne glasses, shards glittering like ice beneath the golden glow of the chandeliers. Aiden stood beside the mess, his jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling with controlled fury. Don Carlo's hand gestured sharply, his voice too quiet to hear. "Predictable," Kane said under his breath, for which he got a glare from me. "Do you ever stop talking? "Not while I'm having so much fun," he said, downing another swallow of his drink.

“But not on the desk. That’s Santiago’s private drawer.” I dared a peek through a crack in the curtain. It wasn’t Emilio. It wasn’t even a security guard. It was Santiago himself. Up close, Santiago Torres looked even more terrifying than I imagined. Slick black hair. Sharp jaw. A scar down his neck like a knife had once tried to silence him. He was calm—but the kind of calm that meant danger. A tiger before the pounce. He walked toward the desk, dragging his fingers along the edge. My phone was still inside the bottom drawer.

The gas burned my throat and eyes, but I pushed through, adrenaline driving me forward. Thiago kicked open the door, and we stumbled into the fresh air, coughing and gasping. “Is everyone okay?” I managed between breaths. Thiago nodded, his gaze sharp as he scanned the area. “For now. But this isn’t over.” As we caught our breath, a phone rang—a burner phone Thiago had picked up earlier. He answered it, his expression hardening as he listened. When he hung up, his face was grim. “What is it?” I asked, dread pooling in my stomach.