Novel & Cerita Christopher Argent

If he could scare Sebastian and escape safely, he wouldn't care at all about the rest. "An ally? How powerful is this ally? Tell me about it. If I get scared, I might actually let you go!" Sebastian said, smiling coldly. Zephyr swallowed and loosened his tie. He said proudly, "You must have heard of Mr. Tomas Argento from the Sanguis Cult! He's the successor of Yutaria's Blade Slice move!"

He stops next to her parents and places his hands on their shoulders. “Argento Sixth,” he says, referring to the name of their brand. “Care to explain this?” As Sage says those words, he throws what seems to be a slimline voice recorder in between them, and what we hear next has me bristling with anger. //“Hmmm, that’s all good and well, but what will you do once he discovers Cherie didn’t win any of her fights without your help? She’ll probably die in her first legal fight.”//

said the man who was pointing the gun at Helena. “And you think I don't know that?” She spat while still pointing at me. "I had no idea we’d waste so much time with those fucking doors." "Please, don't hurt her, Angela," I said seeing the man caressing my wife, "Your hate is with me, isn't it? If you tell me what you want... I'll give it to you, is it money? I can give it to you, or maybe...” “I wanted you!” she exclaimed interrupting me, "I told you more than once you are mine, Christopher, I let you know when I took you with me those days, I’ll let you live because you didn't know what you were doing when you married this bitch."

Ryan started taking out a black pin and pinning it to my shirt “ We can see what you can see, which will help with instructions and being able to see where you are. It blends in with your clothing choices perfectly. But if for any reason they make you change you need to unclip this and try and make it blind in the best way you can. This is important Char we can’t get busted or you can die right then and there” Creed said as Ryan adjusted it to my shirt. “ I understand” I nodded gulping down some of my coffee

Argos and witnessed his lips curl slowly into a smile that even sent cold shivers down my spine. In the industry, Abraham Argos isn't only known as the 'case killer' or 'end game'; he's also rumored to have deep collections to the underworld. Whether it's true or not, his presence certainly evokes the impression of a formidable leader. “Long time, brother.” As soon as those words rolled out of him, my breath hitched, and the hallway fell into a grave silence. Brother? BROTHER!? What the bloody…!? “Don't call me that!” Damien barked out, his gaze reddened with resentment.

Christof also arrived drenched from swimming. "So, what's the plan? Are we going back to the villa or what?" Christof inquired after a few moments. Almost everyone is waiting for Argo's response. But Argo had remained quiet in his seat. His features darkened, his eyes were completely morbid, and he showed no signs of emotion. He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his shoulder. I even sneaked a glance at him and nearly fell out of my chair when I realized he had my undivided attention.

I pray it to be Leo, but when I see Paul bend down next to Christopher, my heart almost stops beating. "Christopher is dead. What are we supposed to now?" He repeats, and I stare at him in horror. "No...this can't be possible. Christopher can't die. He fucking can't die." I take a step back and whisper to myself. I could still picture his smiling face as he left my suite room. It was just moments ago when he assured me that everything was going to be fine. No. This is not true. I know this is just a fucking bad dream. Christopher can't die. He can't fucking leave us in the middle. All my hard work and suffering can't go in vain like this. He was meant to be the mafia boss. He was meant to ta

My legs felt as if they were not only giving up on me, my lungs were too. “Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” The man said, and I watched as everyone looked down at their feet before forcing myself to do the same. The Alpha passed us, but I couldn’t help but frown when I noticed that he stopped in front of me. I kept my head down, knowing not to say a word, and it wasn’t until he put his finger under my chin, raising my face, that my vision blurred.

“I… want to apologize. I was wrong. I’ve been selfish all this time, too focused on Revania and my mother’s wishes. But now I see… you’re stronger than I thought.” I raised an eyebrow, staring at him coldly. “You just realized now? After years of ignoring me, and even wanting to hand my heart to Revania?” Argantara sighed. “I know I don’t deserve anything. But I… want to make things right. I’m not asking you to come back. I just want you to know—I respect you.” I gave a thin smile, but my eyes were sharp. “Argan, listen carefully. I don’t need your acknowledgment. I won’t go back to someone who saw me as weak. I’m building my own life now.”

Her touch was cold, colder than death itself, yet so oddly comforting. “You’re so close now, Giovanni,” she whispered, leaning into me, her breath cool against my neck. “Everything you’ve worked for, everything you’ve suffered for, it’s finally within reach. The young boy's body really did help me. It is a shame that he had lost himself. It is a shame that he fell for my voice. But he came to my benefit. Caleb was his name, wasn't it?”