Novel & Cerita Exo Vaticanus

“What’s wrong Yovi?” But before the grumpy man can reply, a voice interrupts. “I will tell you what’s wrong. Our Yovanni here is workaholic and currently he is in risk of losing control to his beast because we haven’t had work to do in a week. Holy Moon Goddess! This piece is the most boring one I have ever read so far! Did you read yours Jecopo?” Came the deep and husky voice of Vittorio, his hairs tousled around in messy waves.

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

The scent of tobacco and old paper filled the air, creating an atmosphere heavy with intrigue. Claus had always been a man of precision and calculation, but this clue had him flustered. The worn envelope bore no return address, just a bold word scrawled in elegant script: "Claus." Inside, he found a single sheet of paper, a crude drawing of a casino building, and three cryptic words written below: "nueve," and a date that sent shivers down his spine. "Nueve," Claus muttered, his Spanish translating the word for 'nine.' His mind raced, trying to decipher the significance of this number. Was it a countdown? A reference to something in the past? Or perhaps a simple code?

Rio asked, his eyes widening, as Levante studied him for a moment before responding. "Elena and Damon are victims of the DT-15 outbreak..." Levante began, and Rio's eyes widened further. "The drug?" Levante nodded. "As a scientist, I love to experiment, so I discovered DT-15. I call it 'The Super Drug.' It works wonders. Forget cocaine, marijuana, or any other drugs like that. DT-15 was a game-changer. If it had been produced on a large scale, Romano Pharmaceuticals would have been unbeatable in the world. But the drug's production faced an obstacle—Elena's father. He was a fervent opponent, and it cost him his life. May his soul rest in peace." Levante feigned a sorrowful expression. Rio ey

Devin calls out, jogging after me. After the Colosseum, we headed to Vatican City to see the Sistine Chapel. It’s absolutely amazing. I stood staring up at the ceiling so long my neck started aching, and I’m sure I gave myself a case of vertigo. Either that or it’s the way Devin is rubbing my shoulders. We’re all over each other, flirting shamelessly, pretty much eye-fucking one another. I can feel myself caving, and that self-control Dev was commending me for is waning, and it's waning fast. “Oh my God, this pizza is making my tongue orgasm.” I moan keenly, taking a bite of the thin crust of buffalo mozzarella, sundried tomato and basil pizza. Devin throws his head back and laughs heartily

she dragged losing feeling in the right side of her body and she fell. He stood over her and cleaned his lip. “Muscle relaxant. Your skin must be so strong for you not to feel a sting”. “Pou...passhole….” she drooled onto the dirty ground. “Yeah” and he picked her up a little bit hard. The relaxant made her really heavy, and he dropped her onto the dumpster to stretch his back. There was no sound of approaching footsteps before he was tackled to the ground. And before he could react a cloth was over his nose and he was out.

I've never betrayed my family. "It's not what you think, Vincenzo," I tell him before a loud crack makes us turn our heads to the side. Santo has dropped his glass, and the object has shattered on the floor. He starts laughing again and doesn't look at me. He leans back comfortably on the sofa and pulls out a cigar, lighting it before taking a deep puff. "Tell me, Vincenzo. How much do you pay for exclusivity with Didi?" he asks.

Damien emerged from the shower, wrapped in a robe, with a noticeable scratch across his chest—a testament to their recent passionate encounter. Serena's gaze was bold and unrestrained as she admired his well-toned physique. Droplets of water traced down his defined muscles and the towel draped over him seemed to hold a tantalizing allure. Under the dim light, she unabashedly took in every inch of him from top to bottom. Though she'd touched him many times before, he remained irresistibly captivating. Damien didn't shy away from her brazen stare, allowing her eyes to roam freely over him. "Ready for another round?”

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.