El Forastero 2 Novels & Stories

Chapter 65: The Punishment of Desire The storm had barely died outside Ferrero’s fortress when Elena found herself back in the south. She didn’t know whether it was defiance, destiny, or the coded message she had sent that dragged her here, but the truth was unavoidable: Gabriel and Alessio had come for her. They hadn’t stormed the fortress with bullets; no, their power was sharper, quieter. They carved their way back into her world with strategy, shadows, and a rage that crackled hotter than fire.

"No one is taking me away from you." Leo watched this with jealous eyes, his small hands still gripping the hem of my shirt. "Me too," he insisted, pushing his tear-stained face closer. "My wolf wants that too." The doorbell rang again, more insistent this time. (Elara's POV) James Foster stood in our doorway, impeccably dressed despite the late hour. His expression shifted from concern to cold assessment as he took in the scene: Lucian standing protectively near me, the two pups hovering at my sides.

He remained on his knees, frozen in place, watching the taillights vanish into the whiteout. A perfect joke. Months later, on a bitter winter night, fireworks burst over the city. Vincent shivered under a thin, sodden blanket beneath a bridge. His frostbitten fingers fumbled with a cracked phone he’d salvaged from a dumpster. The screen lit up with a news alert. [FEDERICO FALCONE CELEBRATES HEIR! Acquires Private Mediterranean Island for Wife Elara!] There was a picture. Federico, his expression one of fierce, possessive pride, cradled a tiny, wrapped bundle. He was pressing a tender kiss to Elara’s forehead. She was smiling up at him, a smile of pure, serene happiness.

No. “It calls us, you know, Bramato, that patch of earth.” He still gazed at the pictures, his hands locked behind his back, lost in the aphotic folds of his cassock. “Even if one doesn’t live there, as I didn’t, it tugs us back into its orbit, into its shade.” “Eidolon,” she said, finding her voice. “Its reach is wide; its embrace final and fatal.” “I’m sorry, Father, but I don’t—”

“But I want to stay for a little while more, Colonel. I always wanted to see their graves.” Leon smiled. “I know. But we will visit again. For now, follow what I say.” Oriana sighed. “Fine. See you there.” Leon nodded and planted another kiss on her hand before she left. After some time, Leon’s visitor came. It was Elias. “What’s the matter, boy?” He asked with his hands inside his pocket. Leon quickly tossed him his phone, which he caught easily. “What’s this?” “Play it.” Elias frowned but did as he was told. And as soon as the recording played, tears slowly formed at the corner of his eyes. It was the same recording Ashriel gave to Oriana.

“ Luna , are you really drinking cappuccino and coffee together like civilized people ? “ said Mel shocked . “ I thought that you guys were pretending to be on good term when you entered but it looks like you really found a way of communicating . “ said Jack with a smile . Massimo looked at then with a smile then got up from the chair after gathering his files . “ I will go back to sleep now . Thanks for the coffee . Good night ! “ said Madison raising the cup of coffee in front of Luna . “ I am glad you like it . Good night ! “ said Luna with a smile . “ We better go to sleep as well . “ said Jack . “ Yes ! “ said Mel and went with Luna to their room while Jack went with Massimo to their ro

Lucian nodded, “where do they have her?” “Philadelphia.” “Great, what do we have to do?” Drago glanced at him, “if there is anything you are most famous of Lucian, is the fact that you take what you want in a house that is crowded with people and still won’t be spotted. I don’t need the loving Lucian now, I need El Diablo.”

The man in the Ferrari took his shades off, and Javier instantly recognized him. It was none other than Luca Pangani—the bigshot from the Easton Group who had nonetheless been skewered pretty blisteringly by Javier before in Xerxes Village. As for the young woman he had managed to woo over this time, it was not hard to guess who she was: Edelgard Weiss. Still, the fact that she had followed Luca here surprised Javier. He had thought he would never cross paths with Edelgard again. Who knew she would come to him herself this time?

I accepted the one time offer to return to earth by taking the hand of the stranger. Easily, I opened my eyes to be greeted by the harsh smell of drugs. I had a dismal view of a lemon green coloured room with a navy-blue door. Turned my head in the opposite direction, an old TV set hung on the wall. Just below the TV was a window that provided me with a view of the world. In the corner were two chairs, frayed with wear and tear. On one of the seats was Pastor Vivian giving her feet a rest, resting her head against the chair handle.

I looked up at him from the book, finding it quite hard to look away from those obsidian eyes. "How did you know about that?" He asked curiously. "You said that one word. And I saw that word in this book." I tried pronouncing that word. "Something like purdur?" A slow smirk played at the corners of his lips. "Perdere." He corrected. "Yeah, same." I said. "So, will you help me?" Something passed over his eyes. A strange expression. "You can just ask me what you want to know instead of searching it in the books." He pointed out.