Erik El Terrible Morales Novels & Stories

Silas barked a laugh, his face tilting up towards the sky. "You can never be too prepared, Son. Besides, I don't want to become like Clive, beer gut and that grey look about him. It's unsettling." I grimaced at the thought of the elf. He worked at a butcher shop in the village. How he got such great kills, I would never know, but I guess judging a book by its cover wasn't the best way to know someone. But to be fair, the stories about Elvin didn't help his cause; he was a brutish pig who scammed more fae out of money than most. But he did so within the laws making him untouchable. "So, what's really got you bothered, Erik? Ever since Damon's coronation, you have been somewhere else." I press

"Fuck, so we didn't lose them. These fools need some proper training. Load those guns, and let's fuck some people up" Eric Werner, a mafia lord in Mexico, the most wanted criminal, a hardened criminal, biggest cocaine dealer, talking of drugs, Eric is the biggest plug, turned over on his bed and groaned. His phone was ringing non-stop. He opened his right eye, but his aching head throbbed even more persistently, so he closed it again and tried to guess whoever was calling. Oh my poor head! Leslie made me drink this much. "He..ll..o bo..ss" the caller stammered. The fear in her voice was obvious.

Hot fire spread through Eric's body and anger flashed in his eyes. “What humiliation are you talking about?” “You know that,” Felipe said. Maliciousness filled his voice. “I didn't do anything out of the ordinary, and I had no idea he loved his possessions so much. It was clear that he was not very fond of his horses. I believe I've ridden one of them before." Eric was purposefully smug. Felipe's whole body tensed with anger, but he still smiled, "You should be careful, Eric," Felipe said calmly, "I'm a very dangerous man in the world, and I happen to know a lot. important things about a lot of people. Including you.”

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

Very wrong. Morales looked directly at Sebastian. "We just received a report from Phoenix." The room stilled. "What kind of report?" Sebastian asked. The detective hesitated. Then answered. "A man identifying himself as Elias Mercer checked into a hospital three days ago." Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Then Morales delivered the sentence that changed everything. "And someone tried to kill him last night."

"A sexy, emotionally unstable elf queen." But before I was able to enjoy my triumph for too long, the door behind me clanked and I turned— And beheld him. Erik. He looked… terrible. And not in the "I just rolled out of bed" hot mess terrible. No. This was the "I've been chewed up, spat out, and then steamrollered by karma" kind of terrible. His usually smug face was pale and gaunt, with stubble covering it. His eyes were bloodshot and his clothes were rumpled to the point of no return.

He is informed of that sad tragedy and Ericka seems dying after long hours struggling to fight for her life against death. His name is Lolito, and he frequently teases Ericka whenever he notices her scowling as she flees from her male peers “Hey, Ericka, your suitors are coming over here!” Every time he met Ericka, That’s what he always said. Then he grinned, which made Ericka agitated but very calm. But when he discovered Ericka dying from snake venom, he was extremely moved. His heartfelt emotions caused him to cry, and his uncut, bearded, filthy face and brown hair that covered his forehead were rapidly flattened by his hands as he searched inside his pouch.

Eric had forgotten about the events that just occurred as the only thing in his mind was the fact that he couldn’t believe his father could do something like that to his innocent team leader. Park Min was very close with Eric, and Eric knew some of his family members. Park Min was from South Korea but he and his family migrated to Australia only a few years back due to some business his family wanted to set in Australia. Eric couldn’t believe his father would play dirty, because the rule of the Molis Mafiosa was not to harm anyone who isn’t holding a gun. But also he knows Molis Rick, he knows he can do anything even play dirty tricks just to achieve what he wanted.

“That should not be your problem. By tomorrow’s sunset, you won’t be saying this. You want Karim’s place, right?” “Yes, it is my right, and he stole it from me. I will do anything to get it back.” I put my palm to my mouth to stop myself from gasping aloud. Morpheus was not what he seemed. He is a snake—a green snake in green grass. How was he able to deceive us all? My concern was Laika; where was she? What were they planning to do tomorrow? “Imagine all that power in me. I cannot wait to rule. That bitch is not the rightful owner of that power,” Erika gloated.

said Eric as if he remembering something. "Ssssh ...," I interrupted him. Eric immediately closed his mouth as if he realized something. Then he nodded. "Geez, how long has it been?" Eric asked back. "How's Big K, Cole, and Santos?" "Mad as a March hare, as always." We both laughed. I then praised his open attitude as a resource when giving the anti-drug material earlier. Eric also said that I would know what band and who was the vocalist he was referring to. I just smiled.