Crush And Burn Bato Novels & Stories

The pain nibbles in my chest and the hampered airflow in my body is making that pain so much worse. Even if I don’t fully see Conrad who's trying to free himself under my weight, I aggressively swing my claws at him. This time, I successfully scrape his skin and flesh. However, Bato retaliates by removing one of his arms from my neck, so he can pierce his canines into that area. My body judders in pain that's much more agonizing than the earlier one. My sticky blood oozes out while a sharp, burning sensation nips my neck.

His men were heavily stationed around the crates, unaware that they weren’t alone. Dino’s team moved like shadows. One by one, the guards were silenced. No gunshots, no alarms. Just swift, quiet eliminations. Dino stood at the edge of the pier, watching as Vincent placed the final charge. A silent explosion of light as the crates erupted into flames. Alejandro’s empire—burning. Dino turned away, his jaw set. This was just the beginning. Alejandro wanted a war? Dino would give him one. --- The Last Straw

August flinched from the shattering sound. "That time our whole family was alive Steve! Do you even hear yourself!?," Adriel roared. "Have you forgotten what they did to us? It wasn't you who saw them bathed in blood, it was me. And our mother? Think about the pain she endured when her whole body was burned. Were her mighty husband and three children able to save her? No." August cried silently allowing his brother to let it out from his heart. Adriel snatched the unfinished bottle from the table chugging the contents down his throat. He gazed at the portrait of the beard man on the wall with resentment. August followed his gaze where their father's picture was hanged.

She didn't finish what she had to say because he quickly got up and ran out of the mansion. Nathaniel Lovemin Sandejas was her cousin. Nate or Love is her cousin who is not well known because he wants a simple life. He doesn't want many cameras following his every move. When he was a child, he is not really exposed to people. He said he prefers to sulk in the bedroom instead of playing with the children and his cousins. When he became a teenager, he began to like to travel. He introduced himself to other people as Nate Vergara. His using his mother's surname so as not to be recognized. Sandejas is a unique surname and there are only a few Sandejas in the country so it is easy to recognize yo

DOGO : i survived many battles and wars a little brat like you cannot kill me. DOOM : this brat is the son of the king you betrayed. DOGO : oh the god gives me the chance to kill one of the royal family. The battle began both use their axes, it was brutal force battle both get injured but both continued exchanging blows until the end, both haves fun ,all the soldiers stopped fighting just to watch this two berserks fighting like fools and enjoying get injured, DOOM used a lava magic technique called the spark, this technique enrage his body and make him more stronger and he will not feel the pain for 30 second.

***Bryan*** I stormed into the packhouse, my anger simmering just below the surface. I had just received news that Ingrid had been heard slandering Scarlett. The thought of it made my blood boil. I was told that Ingrid called Scarlett a cunning bitch and a daughter of a murderer. Ingrid also said she knew that Scarlett had something to do with the way I had been behaving strangely. Ingrid looked up from her seat, her eyes flashing with defiance. "What's wrong, Bryan? Why are you shouting?"

“You’re going to give me your phone, turn around, and exit via the far end of the market. You’re going to make sure Warthog is delivered safely, and you’re going to walk the fuck away from the Burning Saints. You made your move and you failed. You underestimated us, and you won’t get a second shot. If you make one more move in our direction, we’ll know about it and we’ll end you and your fucking club. Do you understand me?” “Once again, it’s you who doesn’t understand. I’ll walk away for now, and I’ll let your man go, but if you think this is over between us, you’re crazy.” He shifted his gaze to Cutter. “I gave you the three million, and I want your book in return. If it’s not delivered to

"Sabine, that's too much. Amber is offering you a shot at big money, and you're not just ungrateful. You're bullying her?" Jessica piled on. "Yeah, you're like the snake in that farmer story." I gave them a frosty stare. "If you're so ride-or-die for her, why don't you cover her debt?" These two had gotten hooked on playing the part of the good guys. They immediately pounded their chests and said, "It's just a few hundred bucks. We'll pay it back." "Not pocket change," I said, smirking. "It's $10,000. Cash or PayPal."

Now, I have turned those cinders into a blade. Bennett did not lose hope, desperate to hit back after losing everything. "You think you're the winner?" The email attachment showed my face crudely edited onto explicit images, with the backdrop of our family's hotel, sent to every young member of the prominent families.

And your contact photo is adorable, by the way. A strangled, inhuman sound ripped from my throat. My contact photo. My baby picture contact photo. My mother was dead to me. I slammed out a reply, fingers flying. Me: Delete my number. Tristain: No <3 I choked on air. This man. This man was Satan with cheekbones. Another text came through—longer, somehow worse. Tristain: Also, next time you want to insult my jaw, at least pick something creative. The skull bit was funny, though. I’ll give you that.