Erik El Terrible Morales Novels & Stories

he said, tone almost conversational, "when I'm not the one walking." Moras had begun *trembling* outright now, every ounce of the confidence he'd walked in with tonight already gone, replaced by the particular terror of a man realizing he had badly, fatally underestimated who he was dealing with. Elison rose from the chair at last, unhurried, closing the distance between them with slow, deliberate steps until he was close enough that Moras had to fight not to flinch. "So." He leaned forward, voice dropping into something almost gentle, which made it infinitely worse. "How much money did you make, Mr. Moras?" *He leans in, patient, waiting.*

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

"It's an honour to meet you, sir." Mr Morales took his hand and shook it firmly. His grip was strong despite his age, and his eyes were observant as they assessed Killian—taking in the expensive clothes, the confident bearing, the protective way he stayed close to Annie. "Killian Zerok," Mr Morales said thoughtfully. "That name sounds familiar. I feel like I've seen it in the business section of the paper." "Possibly," Killian said smoothly. "My family has various business interests in Seattle."

He crawled towards him cautiously with the intentions to give his pal a hug while his eyes never left Ekai's face, although Morris failed to see that slap coming which landed across his cheek like a hare bullet and it burnt later on after the two minutes of silence. Morris had already controlled himself after coming there because of the condition Ekai had called him and on the realization of treating none other than Kazen MacNarma had boiled him even more. "What tje fuck is wong with you man?" He turned his face only to see a man glaring at him with a disbelieving expression on his face creased all over with an utter shock. Morris yelled at Ekai Enzo Enrique and held him by both shoulders to

I just fell silent. “I’m saying this because I’m already too messed up to deny it. I’m done fighting Daniella.” “E-rik...” I breathed. God, if he would be any sweeter, I might think that this would be just a dream which I definitely don’t want it to be. Erik doesn’t do sweet. A rough man; crude, rude, calculating, and volatile, that’s what his entire persona consisted. Although it pissed me off quite a few times in the first month, I wouldn’t want anything better.

Morrisa was angry, hurt and confused on hearing that he (Mr Hart) was dead. "How could you be this careless? I gave you one job, just one job to mess around with him and not to kill him." Morrisa said, her voice low. "I want him to die by my hands, I want him to know it is I who killed him." She added and asked the question bugging her calmly. "When did he die?" "About five years now." Eric, the second man answered. His dirty blond hair was combed neatly to the back. "What!?" She didn't hold back her voice.

Hearing the click of the safety despite the distance between them, Erikson’s head jerked, tipping an ear Marcus’ direction, and though he didn’t return, he did stop. “What’re you going to do? Shoot me? Nobody knows these trails like I do.” “They don’t have to.” Shuffling first one arm then the other into his jacket, Marcus jogged to catch up to Erikson. “Teri’s leaving electronic breadcrumbs.” “What?” “Mr. Erikson—.” “It’s Jim. For God’s sake, just call me Jim.” “Fine, Jim, Teri is arguably the most brilliant hacker I’ve ever encountered. They abandoned her phone, yes. But somehow, they’re carrying the victim’s.”

Erik was on the phone, and he stayed on it as the men set the bag and water on the table. I glared at the taller one who smiled at me. He smirked as he put containers of food on the table, and as they all sat divvying up the meal, I knew they were pure evil. Taunting me like that. Eating in front of me and not offering anything. They were terrible, sadistic torturers. Erik propped the phone up and continued to talk to whoever had an even thicker accent. "We have another location, Erik," the other man said.

he said with no emotion, if this was some pep talk he's terrible at it. "It's not easy you know, you can kill people because it's so easy for you, you don't have morals..." "And you think the people I kill have morals ? Of course it's wrong but there's nothing to do about it and talking about easy I killed my own sister, anything related to morals is fucked up from there, morals is the last thing you need to think about in your situation right now." he said and I've never seen Erwin this serious ever when talking.