Evil Barry Allen Novels & Stories

Undoubtedly, he embodied the essence of a repugnant individual. I couldn't help but notice how frequently he glanced at Elena whenever he had the opportunity. It was peculiar, but I couldn't afford to dwell on it. Our primary concern was to escape from this place, and we needed to do it quickly. "Derek, you're not being helpful," the leader, Black, reprimanded. So, the person causing trouble was named Derek. I attempted to take a step forward, but I froze when Black's gaze shifted towards me. "Don't even consider it. We could end your life before you even move an inch," warned Black. He stared directly at me, his eyes narrowing, prepared to intervene if I made a wrong move.

Really? The road finally cleared up, and we made our way smoothly to the Evergreen police station. It was extremely late, but they must let me see Ella. If they didn’t, then they might just be looking for trouble where there’s none. Once inside, an officer walked up to me. “Hello Mr Denver, I’m officer Barrett. What brings you here at this time of the night?” The old man in a black uniform holding a baton and a taser said to me,

Barry asked again, now seated "Do your job! Find out who Roy Erwin is, where he is. Don't get caught by him. Or at least don't be suspicious!" "Have we failed?" High five! Evan invited Barry to high-five them when they succeeded in their mission. And this time they will be on a mission again. And it's very exciting. "Jonathan will explain!" Jonathan took over the conversation. Elsewhere, in a luxurious mansion, a man with a snake tattooed on his arm was enjoying his wine with a wicked grin as he stared at the stock market news that was about to shake him.

The seventh person Hazel said was the money taker in the safe managed to sneak away when the hostages had been released by the police. Knowing that, his long-sleeping grudge seemed to rise and blaze like a licking flame. Calvin was too angry to know there was still one person left. And Calvin felt that it was his duty to punish the seventh robber who escaped. One month after that fact was revealed, Calvin had finished investigating the whereabouts of the seventh robber. Years after the robbery case occurred, the seventh robber named Baron Gillete has returned to Mexico and has joined a black organization that has been dealing with illegal arms transactions, drugs, and human trafficking. For

When I'd believed in love and partnership and a shared future. Police cars lined the curved driveway. Crime scene tape fluttered in the wind. And there, in the middle of it all, was Allen. He looked terrible. His usually perfect hair was disheveled. His eyes were wild and bloodshot. The handcuffs around his wrists caught the light as two FBI agents led him toward a waiting car. I stayed across the street. Standing between a row of oak trees. Our eyes met across the distance. For a moment, time stopped. This was it. The moment I'd been building toward for months. Allen Carter, the man who'd destroyed my life, finally getting what he deserved.

Zach cut straight to the chase. Ice nodded solemnly, pulling up the high-definition recording from the parking structure. "This is the footage my tech team pulled. I've already deployed a surveillance detail to track him, so it's only a matter of time before we pinpoint his location and find a lead on the mastermind. According to the intelligence I gathered, his name is Allen Patricio. He's a wanted hitman with three active counts of murder on his record. He's been successfully evading federal law enforcement for years, which heavily implies he's operating under the protection of someone with deep pockets and immense political leverage."

He spoke as soon as the person at the other end asked "Sir! I am afraid, she might get parole soon, and is like she has so many people backing her up." "Dammit! Who could be behind it?" "For now, I don't know, it seems Barbara is her first target." "You should keep me posted, I need to know when the parole will take place." Calvin ended the call, he was about to go out of the study when he saw a black box, his eyebrows furrowed, seeing that there was no name on it, he opened it, seeing the content, his hand tremble badly, causing it to fall to the floor, his knees weakening as he grabs the headrest of the couch.

Barrett met Wayne's gaze, feeling an icy chill run down his spine as he saw the calculating glint in the latter's eyes. The case involving Eleanor's rebellion wasn't even resolved yet, and now Harvey was trying to place someone by the king's side? Was he really as timid as he seemed? What exactly was he trying to do? Barrett knew his own limits. He could never play double agent, especially not with Salvador. Having ten lives wouldn't be enough if he tried that.

The feelings I once harbored crumpled along with what was left of my faith. “Enough!” Alpha Elan's voice thundered through the hall, raising a hand to silence the bloody, thirsty crowd. "Your life would be spared, only as a repayment of the debt I owed your father, who sacrificed his life to protect the pack. But you won't be escaping the wrath of deceiving your Alpha to be a red blood!” He scowls, signaling to the already waiting omegas to take me away. My body brushed roughly against the polished marble floor of the courthouse and then into the harsh, muddy ground outside as I am being dragged on both hands stretched on ends to the punisher, a dreadful-looking gamma, less merciful than the

This man is so dangerous. "Angel, don't be harsh to your substitute. It would help if you thanked him for cooperating with your hideous plans," Attorney Barbie pestered and held his shoulder to calm him down. He sighed so loud as the chief of police looked at them. Subsequently, he cannot deny that Denver is mortified on national television. "What if he will tell everything with the other police when he goes out from this prison?" Angelito cannot blame his instinct when asking an unassured inquiry.