Fatale Homme の小説・ストーリー

With an obscene smile, the fat man began to unbuckle his belt. Knowing that she couldn't get free from the tight hold, tears of despair streamed down her face. "Daniel!" she sobbed out. She didn't know why he was the first person in her mind, but she yelled for him desperately. Closing her eyes and readying herself for the worse, an angry fist broke through the helpless night. Billy, the fat man, groaned in pain as he fell onto the ground like a motionless pig.

"What if he was chasing the alpha who did this to him? Not to mention, he smells like he would take all the alphas at this party without feeling it." The whole room held its breath, waiting for the outcome of the man's stupidity. Xavier didn't glance at him. "What's your name?" "Matteo Romano," the other replied, haughty. The alpha hummed. "I wonder why people don't value their life." Matteo shrugged, crossing his arms in confidence. "I can help you—" The man's head suddenly tipped backwards and he fell to the floor with a wet splat. Bystanders had blood staining their clothes and the rest watched in horror as blood rapidly began to pool around the dead body.

His fist connected before the name had time to settle. The punch snapped Vitale’s head sideways. Blood spilled from his mouth as the chair rattled violently against the floor. Vitale coughed, then slowly lifted his head, eyes glazed but alive. A crooked smile spread across his face. “Oh,” he chuckled hoarsely. “The almighty Dante De Salvador.” That was a mistake. Dante struck him again. And again. And again. Each punch was precise. Controlled. Fueled by years of unanswered questions and buried rage. Vitale’s laughter turned into broken gasps, his smugness fading as pain took over.

She was disgusted with this person, how could someone treat a dead person like that. “Maledetto bastardo!” She heard the man’s thick voice followed by a laughter which broke into ripple of laugh. The man seemed crazy to the core to Isabel. She was astounded with such a human being who enjoyed someone’s death. Her nose flared in rage. Tears kept rolling down her eyes, she was shivering violently seeing the video. She wiped her tears, braving herself for the gruesome scene but Then the man finally moved towards the camera exposing his face with a malicious smile on his face. He spread his arms keeping the cigar in between his teeth and sang, “The last win is always Mine…”

The fat man was suddenly appeared Cheng Bite Jin got lost, and was the leader of the gangster said some words to lose the main opinion, behind the fat man, a strong big man, thick body, nonchalantly bumped away from the fat man: "This fart! Dead fat man, if you don't do it, I'll do it!" The big and strong man was carrying a baseball bat in his hand, and with a vicious blow, he rushed forward and smashed it. "Look, let's do it this way, dead fat guy, at first we agreed that the one who smashes people with his hands will get more money. Our brothers and sisters see you as a loser, so far is still a child, for fear that you can not find a woman, big brother only this good job fell on your head.

His eyes dilated. “Oh,” Katherine had forgotten to put the picture back in the drawer and she didn’t want Celeb to see it, but it was too late now. “That’s my friend.” She said softly. “He is Italian.” She grinned and Celeb glanced at her face. “You like him?” He raised the left corner of his brows curiously. “No, I don’t.” Katherine said immediately, but she watched Celeb tilt his head and made a face. “Well, he doesn’t like me---“

Marcus added as he walked out of the room. Nera let out a cry, all the dreams she had planned for shattered with just a stupid message. He could not even face her and tell her to her face, but he had to send a stupid message. In France, Frank, whose left side of his body was now feeling numb, sat on a bench and beating himself up for all the wrong moves he made. An old woman who had spotted him seated there for a long time joined him and sat next to him. She spoke to him in French but did not receive any response.

The smell of petrol and coal tar filled their nostrils they looked at each other in silence with the effect of the alcohol washing off immediately. "What was that?" Jason whispered. "Sean is that an animal?... Oh please tell me it's not a human being" he cried. They carefully stepped off the car and moved to the front. Once they saw the twisted human figure lying lifelessly on the ground in a pool of blood Jason froze... "Jason let's go! Now!!!.." Sean hollered but Jason stood not moving an inch. "Hey ... Hey! Look let's get out of here before people see this, it was a mistake!!"

Male voices reach my thrumming ears as I watch in horror the scene that unfolds before me. “You thought you could get away, Emanuel?” One of the men asks with a thick Hispanic accent. He sounds like my uncle, Antonio. Emanuel, the fallen man, raises his hand up as if to ward off the onslaught of what is about to come. Peering behind the column, I watch as the other man aims his gun and shoots two rounds into the fallen man’s skull. Blood and brains splatter from the man’s head grotesquely. It’s a horrific scene that makes my blood curdle. Tears gather in my eyes as sobs collect in my throat as I watch the man’s body slump into the grainy sand.

they were all excited and got ready to pack their staffs. Meanwhile deep in the forest a man was wearing a red and black mask because he had a dismantled face and hand . He searched all places and finally arrived in the pine land looking for a cure for his illness. his black heart and life trauma makes him wicked and he doesn't care of whoever he killed. He never felt any pity or guilt. Is such a person human? . " my lord, doctor Delitto has sent a message " Another man in a black top and trouser spoke.