Did Feliciano Kill Kris And Lisanne Novels & Stories

" Troublesome " A single word was enough to turn her blood cold. Her eyes snapped open more out of shock than fear this time. Before she stood none other than the gorgeous blond-haired Adonis she had met before. His blue eyes stared at her in disgust. Lisa was quick to notice the man that had once been her tormentor now slumped on the floor, in a red puddle of his blood. There was so much of it, that Lisa herself was drenched in it. The gun held between Killian's hands was the evidence that he had been the killer.

I grab him by the hair, lift his head, and shove the barrel of my gun into his mouth. “This,” I snarl through tears and rage, “is for my brother.” I pull the trigger. The sound echoes, and he drip Luciano Bianchi is dead. Silence crashes down. Elena is crying so hard she can barely breathe. I rush to her, cutting the ropes around her wrists as she collapses into my arms. She pushes past me instantly, crawling to Riccardo’s body, cradling his face in her trembling hands. “No… no… no… please…” she whispers brokenly. “Riccardo, please… I can’t do this without you…”

and Julian Cristoff—leaned in, one whipping her with leather, the other pressing an injector’s needle into her arm. They paused only when she cried out: “Lucien… don’t submit to them.” The words sliced him open. Then a last, final demand filled the frame: “Eliminate Cristiano and Isolde. Publicly. Or she dies.” The video cut. The room closed in on Lucien as though he had aged decades in a single heart-thud. He stood, phone clenched tight, voice tight as wire: “Vincenzo. Anton. Matteo. Now.”

Melissa's eyes were in pain seeing principal Weathers lifeless body. "We came this far, we can't just stop you, but kill you too!" Erica snarled, tightening her grip on her sword. "I killed that bit** with spells! You really think you can sto-" "Cut the crap Krulisa! You couldn't kill Catty, so you used her! And she killed your partner first. Doesn't that put us in the powerful corner?" Alicia smirked seeing Krulisa angrily glare at them. Anger and tears, both in her eyes as she thought about Borham.

“Blow the fucking horn! Drive faster! Come on.” I sank to the floor of the limo and put a hand on my head. “Six, he did this. I’m going to kill him. I swear I’m going to kill…” “It wasn’t him…” “What?” Francesco looked at Emilio quizzically. “I think it was the Chellinis…” he whispered breathlessly. He was losing so much blood. Francesco and I had his blood all over. The color was draining from his face. “If it was the Chellinis, I recognize one of the men,” he let out a pained grunt.

He objected. “I hate you!”. “Ah...the feeling’s about to become mutual." Cesar said. "So… Lorenzo’s dead.” “What?.” She feigned ignorance but on the inside she knew that Lorenzo had fessed up which was how she was here. The idiot had ratted her out. “Lorenzo Bonifacio...your friend, he’s dead.” He repeated. “How…" She paused when she saw the blank look on his face. "You killed him.” “President Renault did. Lorenzo killed his sister remember?”. Cesar said. "Tit for tat. Although the tat didn't have the effect I'd expected."

His mouth foamed until he stopped moving. Everyone was silent. Even Elijah was surprised. Anisto tried to restore Felicidad's life but failed. Felicidad committed suicide because she could not bear the death of her son, especially when she found out who ordered Elena to be killed. Elijah can't think of anything but Natalia who told Felicidad who killed Elena. No one else knows that, but Natalia and Stefano. "Call the sorcerer," Elijah ordered and did not let them take Elena's body. He stood guard at the edge of the bed.

I pulled him into a deep kiss feeling relieved that he was standing in front of me. I still had nightmares about that awful day— the way they building blew up in flames. I thought I had lost the two most important people in my life. I was ready to give up when I was blown away by the explosion. There was no point in living if there was no Mateo, and Nova in my life, but he made it out through the side door that Damian had left open and was able to get out in time, but not before killing Bryan Vincenzo, that bastard. The betrayer in the De Luca clan for years.

Lillian hissed, her voice final—too final for someone who kept forgetting that the head of the famiglia was no longer Vittorio. Cristiano ruled this territory now. What happened here was his decision alone. “I dare you,” Cristiano said, voice low, dark enough to freeze the air. Lillian’s jaw clenched. “You will see,” she spat. “Enough, Lily,” Vittorio stepped in, exhausted. “I already told you—there was a misunderstanding between the boys. The bullet was misfired. It wasn’t intentional.” Cristiano didn’t care to hide it anymore. “No,” he said flatly. “It wasn’t a misfire. I pulled the trigger because he dared to cross a line no one has the right to cross in this world.”

Same with Kriss, while he cut, Freya began to freeze his whole wing, making it easy for Kriss to cut deeper and precisely. “Almost…” Kriss whispered, exhaling deeply, when they were halfway there as others joined to attack his other part. Leaving the foot to Tristan and other fighters, Felix rushed upwards to the neck part with Tabit and Azen who were holding it down, burning it. “I will hold it, you guys cut it,” He said, jumping down and securing his strings around its neck while Azen and Tabit nodded. But, before they could continue killing it down until nothing left, An unbearable scream echoed in the air, making them stop for a second.