El Villano Del Destino นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They’d finally captured their enemy. “I didn’t want you to miss the show.” Damien continued. “Marcelo what are you doing here?” Jasmine cried. “Don’t flatter yourself too much Jasmine, I am an Italian drug lord and I always have scores to settle with the Russians.” “How beautiful! He is not here for you! So he wouldn’t mind if I…” Viktor swiped a knife right across her left shoulder, and blood shot out in a dangerous manner. Marcelo bit the inside of his cheek causing them to clenched. He had to hold that brave face for a little longer.

“You should know that Leonardo is never going to let you go, that’s why you need to be stronger. The so-called prophecy never said you have to kill all three of the brothers. You love Vance; you will never hurt him, and Damian realizes his mistake and has lived in regret his whole life. Both of them are living, waiting for the day they die. Your main opponent is Leonardo.” Again, I draw in a deep breath, and my cold, dead eyes stare into an abyss. “If it ever gets to that, I will make myself stronger, and I will fulfill the prophecy on him.” “Then I shall teach you how to win.”

they start their journey, together in one car, day is change it's way to talk, it was perfect weather to travel it was cold weather, ceri take out her neck from window, her hair floating in air velliam scold her doing such thing, everyone know it dangerous but ceri first time saw car she was very excited to see new things, she is confused what is fate and does velliam going to risk his life ceri:- what that old man talking about, what is your destiny velliam:- you are really angel who can heal even devil scars, that no one can even see ceri:- I don't like God they are arrogant but I like me, you and this world, I don't know what are you talking about velliam:- my lady let just talk about des

'Huhu, enjoy your days that full of suffering, dear Hana' She muttered sadly *** 'She must be mine' 'She must be mine' Valdo bit the tips of his nails, his eyes focused on the photos in his hand. "No! Even if I die, I still can never be yours! " Valdo held his head which was throbbing as someone's words rang in his head. "I will have you at any cost. Even if I have to become a devil and kill you again. " He laughed loudly and then started to stand up, approaching a painting on the wall. A painting he bought at an exhibition. Painting of a bridge with the initials C.L.V "Hmm ..." Valdo stroked the painting, his laughter turned to a grin "Should I make you lie back here again, dear?"

"I repeat, I am not an easy enemy, Valerie Wills. Remember that I put you through the hellish life you have enjoyed at the hands of my fake grandson!" "Well, it's sad to say that you can no longer terrify me with that past, Signor Eldifonso. I fear nothing, but seeing a demon like you sitting on a throne, taking advantage of all the things you thought you could have. You are a greedy demon who wants to devour everyone. And I will block you in every possible way you go through!" "That's why I am telling you to stop dreaming that you can bring me down! Because no one can and will do that to me. My name is Eldifonso Suarez, you might have forgotten."

I shouted at him with tears flowing down my eyes. " Oh shut up you orphan bitch, don’t fucking ever raise your voice at me and after this lesson, if you want more, I have many other men like him," he said laughing at me . . . What happens when an orphan girl with the purest soul meets a man who from start played her, used her, and threw her ?? What happens when she finds the truth about the man whom she loved with all her heart? Most importantly what will happen when destiny throws her into a maze that ends only at one place misery

Dennis, who spent his entire time in The Unknown, and had never encountered Shadow or Shadow’s people, failed to understand why. Vilfredo couldn’t help but laugh. “Right. Damn her and her underlings.” He clenched his fists. “If my calculation is correct, the T-Vir is on the brink of collapse.” “Then, this blizzard makes sense. I know one person who is capable of doing this.” Freddie looked at Vilfredo and Ferdinand in a meaningful gaze simultaneously. “Blue Bunny,” Vilfredo called the name that he hated so much. “My rival.” He hated the man so much. Despite lacking a mana density in the Underworld, the man was still far superior to him. He was profound in handling his power as if he practice

The cartel’s mark for traitors—a silent accusation. Esteban snaps his fingers and the room ignites. Not orange flames. Black fire. It writhes along the walls, consuming everything it touches without casting light. It devours Dru’s worn sketchbook, her favorite grease-stained wrench, the seashell necklace I gave her. Turning them all to ash that swirls like dark snow. The smoke thickens, coiling like black vipers. Spelling out that bullshit phrase—La sangre es destino (Blood is destiny)—like some messed-up tattoo etched onto the air itself.

Behind them, a rival Alpha’s gaze burned with cruel ambition. The spirit’s whisper cut through the vision. “The attack will come beneath the Red Moon. Jeremy will fall, and you will be left to face the darkness alone. You must not falter, Abbey. You must lead. You must protect your kin.” My pulse thundered in my ears as the vision shifted again. Flames licked across the pack’s borders. Screams echoed. Blood stained the earth. And through it all, Jeremy’s body lay in the dirt, lifeless, while I stood above him with gold dripping from my palms like molten fire.

“Then let’s burn it down before it burns us.” The night fell like a velvet curtain, and they moved through Granada like shadows given form. Their target was a fortified estate on the outskirts, a stronghold of the rival faction that had survived Milo Nero’s downfall. Rumors suggested the leader, a man known only as Darius Valente, was cunning, merciless, and dangerously charismatic—a perfect reflection of the chaos he sought to sow. Amara’s heels clicked softly against the cobblestones as they approached, every sound amplified by the silence around them. Luca’s hand found the small of her back, guiding her, anchoring her in a world where every shadow could conceal death.