Novel & Cerita Dexter Vince Masuka

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

I moved with calculated ease, avoiding the scattered patrols who still had no idea their entire security system had turned against them. Poor fools. As I approached the master wing, a guard rounded the corner, his rifle at the ready. I was on him before he could blink. One sharp twist—his neck snapped with a sickening crunch. He dropped like a marionette with its strings cut, his weapon slipping from his grasp. I stepped over the body without a second thought. The heavy oak doors at the end of the corridor loomed ahead. Behind them, Dominic Vance. The bastard who thought money could buy him invincibility.

He convulsed once, then went still. Velvet, who the fuck was this velvet of a person that Boris didn't know of him. That word again. Project Velvet Fang. Was he part of it? Or just another cog? I dragged the body to the far corner of the bunk and pulled up the floor panel where I’d hidden older kill tools. Acid vial, two knives, one rope wire, one steel saw — all wrapped in cloth. I picked the vial. No cleanup. No evidence. Just dissolve and flush.

He had been with Frost long enough to know what that smile meant; somebody was about to get into trouble, very big trouble. "So what do we do?" Frost scratched his chin thinking of the best way to deal with this issue. Vinca needed justice even if she still couldn't remember everything that happened to her prior to him saving her. She had been hurt to the extent she still had nightmares and had to take anti-depressants whenever the headaches and nightmares became worse. He kept having a searing pain in his heart whenever she went through this and he had made it his mission to get revenge for her. Damont was hoping for a corporation with Fortlink Enterprise as he had taken over VilaBeau when

That got Damien's full attention and he turned to look at Alex. "Who is the killer?" He impatiently asked. Alex shrugged and looked at Damien. "Who else? It's the 'unknown killer of course'." He said, adding emphasis to the last part of the statement. "You know something, Alex. Spill it." Damien said, squinting his eyes at him. He definitely knows Alex so much better than he thinks. "It's nothing much. I just want you to keep your eyes open and watch everyone closely." Damien was a little bit confused and he wanted to tell him about his suspicion about Jasmine, but he refrained himself from doing that. He didn't want to make Alex feel some type of way.

“No. But I saw his face. It was enough for me. Father died unexpected and you should have seen the look of surprise and disbelief when he couldn’t figure out what was happening. It was refreshing and beautiful. Bulging eyes and veins. Don’t tell me you still doubt Takashi” “Well after what he did, how can I still doubt his loyalty?” she asked. “But I still need to see the video”. “I’ll show it to you later. But this calls for a celebration”. “And what’s going to become of Red Dawn?” Sachi asked. “If they’re smart enough, they’ll run an autopsy and see its poison. But they can never pin it on Phantom. No one knows that Fujiwara had a son”. “So who will take over?” Sachi asked.

Unconscious, the man dropped to the floor like a rag doll. Fabio ran to him. “You’re hurt,” he pointed to Dante’s arm, where a thin line of blood was trickling down. Dante barely glanced at it. “It’s superficial,” he replied firmly. “Get the doctor!” Fabio barked. One of the men pulled the attacker’s ski mask off. A stranger’s face was revealed. “Anyone recognize him?” Dante asked. No one responded. Just quiet headshakes. “What do we do with him, signore?” asked a guard.

Malik's Guard's must have had silver with them, otherwise they wouldn't stand a chance against a Phantom. At least that's what I heard. Until today, I didn't actually fully believe they existed. "I'm going to get you some help," Malik breathes, bringing his face down achingly close to mine. I could smell the subtle spice scent of him, see his eyes as the drift down to my lips for less than a second. Then, his arms are suddenly under me, and he is picking me up. That's when a spike of pain attacked my back, streaking to my head like a heavy bat that knocked consciousness out of me.

She saw no reason why he would kill them. Dexter laughed. “I wanted power, Elora. I wanted immense power and I knew that the only way to acquire those powers was to become the Alpha, and so I connived with a maid and she poisoned them. Wait, before you ask about the maid, I took care of her. I killed her of course. I knew she would become scared and overwhelmed by her emotions and then expose me, so I had to end her. After all, we villains never let our pawns live,” He turned to face Martha, who had hidden when the war was ongoing. He gestured for her to come over and she did. He smiled at her. “Do you want me to show you how I took care of that maid that day, Elora?” He asked and Martha loo

Dante muttered, squinting across the cage. I followed his line of vision and saw Mikhail Sidorov. The Russian arms dealer. Capone ally. Brutal as he is brilliant and on his arm was Dante's ex. Young, stunning, in a blood-red dress, she leaned in to whisper something in Mikhail’s ear, and the fucker laughed. “Isn’t that Victoria the nurse?” I asked, cocking a brow. Dante shoved the blonde off his lap like she was in the way. “Yeah.” “I thought you said she married some accountant, or some shit,” Vincenzo said, flicking ash from his cigar, amused.