Crime Sorciere Novels & Stories

He gripped his wine glass like a lifeline. “Dad, these are the casello's brothers — Lorenzo and Alexei,” She said. “Enzo and Lex, this is my dad — Aron.” “Mr. Rumero is fine,” her dad said with a shortness that made Lilith peer at him. “I’ve always liked Mr. Rumero” Lora said, smiling as she attempted to diffuse whatever tension had built upon the arrival of both father and daughter. “I think it sounds like a superhero. But what would your superpower be, Mr. Rumero?”

She strutted to us and folded her arms, raising an eyebrow up as her eyes travelled through each person standing in the room. “It seems like you have something interesting going on here, Sorcha,” Cora giggled. I looked at Sorcha. She looked visibly annoyed at Cora’s presence, while every other person seemed uncomfortable. “What the fuck do you want?” Cora let out a gasp and her eyes twinkled with surprise. “My, such vile language. That is not very lady like of you. I wonder why Dominik took such a barbaric wolf as his luna.” Sorcha flared up and walked over to Cora. She leaned into her, a menacing glare in her eyes.

"Speak. Tell me what the problem is. This was the moment I revealed the picture fully to her. Old Magritte had noticed it in my hand before but I had kept the side with the girl's picture away from her view. Old Magritte looked away immediately she saw the picture of the girl and her wooden doll. "She!" Old Magritte exclaimed. "She! She only comes out for only the most delicate missions. She is one of the most high ranking demons under the unknown." Old Magritte responded. "What?! I mean yes, I know it's a demon but why is a high ranking demon after me?" I asked old Magritte. "That means your case is being decided upon in the underworld. You are being closely watched. They are monitoring you

I blasted the heater, shivers not only coming from the cold outside. “Crap- Corpseboy really does exist,” I murmured forlornly. Fatigue alone wouldn't have sent Rocco face-down into the dirt- sure, I could have hallucinated the whole episode with Corpseboy in the parking lot, but my knocked out friend was a testament to supernatural involvement. Nothing in the earthly plane could knock Morocco out, neither fatigue nor a well-aimed punch, which he could all too easily deflect. No, the only answer was preternatural interference- Samael's grubby fingerprints were stamped all over this.

"If you annoy him any more than you already have, he'll rip your heart right out of your chest. Believe me, that's one of his favorite hobbies, so keep your mouth shut if you still want to breathe." Without wasting another second, Sorin crouched beside the barely conscious assassin and began searching him with practiced efficiency. His hands moved quickly through the man's pockets before he let out a quiet click of his tongue. "No phone. No ID. Not even usable fingerprints," he muttered, the frustration in his voice becoming more obvious with every failed search. Just as he was about to stand, his fingers brushed against something hidden inside the man's inner pocket. He pulled out a strange

The man looked like danger wrapped in expensive suits which honestly explained a lot. Her gaze lingered far too long. Long enough that a familiar smirk slowly appeared on his face. Oh no. No. No no no. Because she knew that expression and she knew exactly what it meant. "You like what you see?" Oriana nearly launched herself off the bed. "What?!" His smirk widened. "You were staring." "I was not." "You were." "I was observing." "Observing?" "Scientifically." “Scientifically,” Ciro laughed. The sound only made everything worse.

I clarified. “Yes, is there a problem,” Lucie yells. “No, but this is a mafia club,” I announced, thinking they weren't aware. “We are not twelve Lorena you have to learn to lose yourself to a night of passion, not that loser who drools over your sister” Sofia returns

I shook my head at him, but I could not get a word out. Damien gripped my chin so tightly that his nails dug into my skin. He hissed viciously, “You are going to die today. Once you die, Sora will be all mine!” With that, he flicked a finger against my face before turning to Sora. “It’s all an act! He had a blood pack stored in his mouth the entire time.” Sora was furious. “He must have done his research and knew Cleo has a stomach condition! He’s doing this to get my sympathy!

And why had he ordered the man to cease? Perhaps he wanted to question her a bit and then when she still didn't give him the answers that he so seeked, he would ask the man to press the button for the blade to cut her hand off completely? Her hand throbbed in pain and she wanted to look at it to know the extent of the damage, but she was too scared to look. What if a huge chunk of her hand had gone? Gods, she was going to scar. The Sorceri detested scars. A person with scars was considered less than perfect. Which was basically an abomination.

I already planned it and I know it will work. “But if you don’t find it… You’re dead” I added. I stood up and pulled him up and made him look at me, even though he didn't want to. I stabbed him on his left leg and I heard him scream in pain, that makes me smile, because it is music to my ear. I saw Mang Berto shaking his head. I don’t know if he is already pitied, but I don’t care because I am just starting to enjoy every piece of Ross. I lean to him and smell him like a hungry wolf. Smelling on him like food, like how he smell me before he rape me and then I break his right arm. I heard the breaking bones. As well as his scream that makes me more excited about the game that I prepare.