Doon From City Of Ember Novels & Stories

He demanded not even looking at me, but I could see the thick smoke in the air starting to clear "My father, Christian Guerra, is unwell. I will be taking over as the Don of the Cosa Nostra. I am here to offer you a proposal..." I answered, I dont know why I was starting to feel nervous. "You have nothing I want" He interjected, this time he looked at me. Fuck. I've seen those eyes before. He has the same look in his eyes as Vittoria. Either it'll be a match made in heaven... or hell

One voice cut through the others like a blade. “…the shipment routes are compromised. If Enzo thinks he can run his own plays behind my back, he’s more stupid than I gave him credit for.” My stomach dropped. That voice. Deep, controlled, laced with quiet fury. I’d only heard it a handful of times—at family dinners Enzo dragged me to, always from across the room. Dante Moretti. Enzo’s father. The Don. I froze, glass halfway to my lips again. What the hell was he doing here? Enzo said this was our night. Private.

After getting remarried, I put my husband, Steven Graham, on the family's service roster at a rate of ten thousand dollars an hour. His childhood sweetheart, Julie Ziegler, heard about it and signed a long-term contract without a second thought. Four months later, the balance in my offshore account had climbed to nearly a million dollars. On our wedding anniversary, Steven was supposed to spend the day with me. Then Julie called. Her dog had suddenly gotten sick, and she asked him to go to her. I didn't get angry. I simply sent her an encrypted message. [Don't forget to transfer the payment on time. Late fees will be charged separately.] Later, when I had an attack of appendicitis, St

All that was left was emptiness and a trace of sadness I didn't want to admit to. My father asked me, "Have you had enough?" "If you have, come home." "The family business needs you to take over." I nodded. "I'll come back tomorrow." "Tonight, I want to go to the cemetery." My father frowned. "Too dangerous." "He has nothing now. If he finds out you're alive..." "He won't find out," I said. "I just want to take one look from a distance." "After that, it's truly over." My father was quiet for a long time. Then he nodded. "Take the guards with you."

2000's Trigger Warning: Graphic Sexual Content Looking out the window of our new Dodge Neon, I notice all the little details as the world drifts by, I see little kids playing soccer at the local park. of course, they are playing with empty soda cans marking the goal lines. This doesn’t bother them. it's how it always has been. As kids growing up in poverty, we used what we have.

Ember mumbled to herself, “But I fucking need him still.” Ember stopped in front of her apartment door and opened it with her key. Once she got inside, Ember removed her top shirt, leaving her in her sports bra. Ember went to the other side of her bed and opened the curtains. The street of Pinephil city isn’t that appealing to tourists at all. But the lights at this night hour would give justice and beauty to the city at least. “A sparkling façade of the gruesome life here.” Ember scoffed and softly closed the curtain. She went to her desk and opened her computer. She was about to take a seat when someone knocked on her door.

She didn’t sense that someone was there since there was no scent that lingers in the area. With much confidence, Ember half-transformed. Her claws and fangs elongated, and her eyes turned to gold. She jumped so high as she made her way toward the. Top of the waterfalls. She jumps from one rock to another, forcing her strong limbs to jump high. If the scene down there is so beautiful, the scene on top of the falls was another story. She can see the blaring lights of Bresmont, the modern city dominated by werewolves. From where she stood, she can see how serene Bresmont looks.

“Do you see that?” He narrowed his eyes. “Stay behind me.” We crept toward the light. It flickered softly, like fire — but it wasn’t a normal flame. It floated in the air, a single glowing ember spinning slowly. “It’s her,” I whispered. “I can feel it.” The ember drifted closer, humming faintly, almost like it was breathing. Damon stepped in front of me, claws half out, his eyes flashing gold. “Don’t touch it,” he warned. But before he could move me back, the ember shot forward and touched my chest.