Exo Vaticanus Novels & Stories

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.

Madonna, somebody give me the answer, because I don't know what to do right now! Our lips are only a few centimeters apart when Santo freezes. I hear someone come in, lift the black curtain, and clear his throat. Santo's gaze is murderous. "I didn't know the Bonanis were voyeurs. To what do I owe the honor of your presence among us, Don Bonani?" asks Santo, pressing me against him again. VINCENZO? I hide my face in my hands as Santo's perfume is driving me half mad. Merda. Merda.

"Are you certain we cannot write it to you somewhere? The sum is exorbitant." Freedom is expensive. "I have no concerns for my own safety. God is with me." The men actually looked doubtful. "The funds are exactly as I requested?" The Secretariat nodded. "Large-denomination bearer bonds drawn on the Vatican Bank. Negotiable as cash anywhere in the world." Myositis walked to the end of the table and opened the briefcase. Inside were two thick stacks of bonds, each embossed with the Vatican seal, making the bonds redeemable to whoever was holding them.

His eyes burned bloodshot, and his wounds started to stitch up like it wasn’t even there in the first place. Luciano’s eyes gleamed wild as his laughter echoed against the lounge’s empty walls. “Introducing the prototype of Vita Mortis. A drug that drags the dead back to their feet, granting them unnatural strength and speed. I gotta say, I didn’t believe them when they handed me over the description but hey, look at him. Hungrier than ever.” Luciano bragged as he stood up like he wasn’t crying for his mom a while ago. “You’ve lost your mind, Luciano,” I said flatly.

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?”

Managing the winding stairs of the Belforte house double-time, he knew that to waste precious minutes wouldn’t be advantageous if there was a grave of a problem at hand. When they were comfortably sitting inside the sleek black Jaguar Land Rover, Marcus immediately turned the ignition on and drove freely into the suburban street. They had to pass through a kilometer stretch of trees and then the bustling city of Vatican, before they could reach the main building where the Holy Pope holds his office. The drive all the way was silent because of one reason alone: Father Julien was reciting the rosary prayer silently. Marcus noticed it and opted not to interrupt him and focus on his wheel instea

Vito stood just beside it, arms folded, gaze piercing. A scribe began to scratch notes into parchment. "State your name," came Vegas's voice, clipped and formal. Xavier's eyes flicked to him. "You already know it." "Say it," Helena insisted. "For the record." A long pause. Then, “Xavien Valen Umbra.” Whispers rustled through the chamber. Lady Ione's hand trembled slightly. Lord Fenric leaned forward. "That name hasn't been uttered in seventy years."

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Evan chuckled and Viso looked at him with a deep frown. "Have you been reading those books again?" Viso asked, pressing his lips in revulsion. He knew how obsessed Evan was with 'Those' books apart from his wine collection. "Since when did you start calling sex a sin?" Evan let out a throaty laugh. "Compagno. You broke the momentum. Don't talk about Those Sacred Books. It doesn't talk about sex and you know it." Viso only raised his eyebrows as Evan shared his brilliant plan to help his Compagno. "The only way to get what you want is through getting into her pants."

Gold eyes fluttering in dreams. She whispered: "You won't be their idol. You won't be their symbol. You will be their reckoning." Behind her, Lorenzo entered quietly. "It's started," he said. Aria didn’t look at him. "It started the day I gave birth." She stood. Touched the glass. "Let them crown him. We'll teach him to swing the blade that cuts it off." ~~~~~~~~~~ ROME — VATICAN CRYPT A priest opened a sealed drawer beneath the oldest cathedral vault. Inside: a scroll, burnt at the edges, stamped with a crimson crown.