Fortunato From The Cask Of Amontillado Novels & Stories

A horrible vision clawed its way into my skull spoken by a man I had never heard before. The world tilted backwards as I watched my son, still just a boy then, the young Alpha Lucifer. His small hands were already stained with shadows. Beside him stood the man who had shaped him—the one who looked like hell itself had worn a man’s face. He gave the order without hesitation, his voice sharp enough to cut bone. “Dig her up,” he commanded. “Dig the blonde woman I murdered in his name, the one who spoke of her luck.” Lucifer obeyed, his thin arms clawing at the earth until the grave split open. Not a woman greeted him, but a rabbit—its body small, fragile, broken. My breath caught. Even the dead

He continued adding fuel to the fire. "Let me tell you—I've handled countless fake heir cases like this, and these wealthy elites truly are the best at tormenting people. "When they come for you, they'll disfigure you and send you off to the brothels to be played with. You'll waste the rest of your days away there! They'll be here soon. Just you wait!" I curved my lips into a knowing smile. "Alright, I'll wait for them. But you two had better not run off!"

"What?" An aggressive knock answered Jamie's question before his friend could say anything. He jumped to his feet and opened the door ajar, peeping through. "Good evening Master Alfred", Jamie smiled as he greeted the short robust man standing close to his door post with a frown on his face. Master Alfred was one of the tutors in the institution whose ability was to change his physical disposition into that of an animal or insect. He was a short, robust man with a bulging stomach and had a spectacle sitting on his nose.

“Death is involved” “Let’s proceed, I’m ready,” The older female said with a determined look. The red-haired looked at the older female who nodded, telling her to proceed, they both stood to their feet… “Sure” The young strange lady responded with an evil smile “Nothing scent better than the fragrance of revenge,” She said laughing, her laughter turned maniac and evilly, thunder stroke, lighting struck “It is done, sealed,” she said with thousand voices. Light shone so brightly from the young red-haired lady, that the older female had to close her eyes, even with her eyes closed she could feel the lights

A voice said and I look up to see a tall guy with two other people beside him,two ladies smiling at us, one rather devilishly. What does he mean by their land? Did we trespass into their territory? “Am sorry, we had no idea it was your territory, we were just passing by” I explained. “So you are rogues” He said. “That explains the stench” The lady beside him said while glaring at me. “Follow me” He commanded. “I will rather go my way and leave” I said and they all chuckled. “Nobody trespasses and go leave freely as he or she wishes. Now be a good rogue and follow us” The other lady who had been silent said and I growled at them.

She glanced at Valentina who was busy admiring the candy jar on the desk. I chuckled. She looked adorable staring at the candies like that. "Anything funny, Mr Marino?" Ms Jones put on a sarcastic smile. My face paled and I shook my head rapidly. She turned back to Valentina who was now trying to open the candy jar. When did she even take it from the desk? Ms Jones frowned. "Ms Echethier, please try to refrain taking things from my desk without permission." Ms Eche-what? Now, how do you pronounce that?

“I just want you to know that I don’t want you to regret something. It’s okay if you can’t find you’re the one. It’s fine if you’re not interested in it. But if you feel something strange inside. That something is growing deep within—” “Mocha frappe, please,” said a man who had a baritone voice. My eyes widened and I let go of Mrs. Dory's hand and look like an idiot as I face him. Mrs. Dory chuckled and tapped my shoulder before shifting in the man’s direction. “My apology, Sire,” she replied. Instead of making his coffee, I asked him a question. “Are you done with the reflection paper?” The corner of his lips twitched, implying a smirk. A devilish one. “Full many a glorious morning have I s

Prince Lucas smirked. At least she found him attractive. He had a shot. "That I'm in a strange building with a guy I don't know that well. Sounds like the start of a perfect crime documentary." Charlotte joked. He laughed. "I'm not going to kill you Charlotte. In fact, let's clear that... What do I call it? Let me let you know me better." She yawned and nodded. "This building is Carat Insurance-" "Carat?" She asked, looking a bit sleepy.

I take to my heels and run. I squeeze myself through the tunnel and come out. The building above crumble and we hear an explosion. Tash? I feel a presence behind me and take deep breaths of relieve but I frown when the scent doesn’t feel familiar. I spurn and I see four hefty men and I smirk. Great! Just when terror is caged. A figure falls from above and the wind takes us flying making us roll on the ground- atleast just me. When I stand up I see them on their knees. It only pushed them back.

I looked up at him from the book, finding it quite hard to look away from those obsidian eyes. "How did you know about that?" He asked curiously. "You said that one word. And I saw that word in this book." I tried pronouncing that word. "Something like purdur?" A slow smirk played at the corners of his lips. "Perdere." He corrected. "Yeah, same." I said. "So, will you help me?" Something passed over his eyes. A strange expression. "You can just ask me what you want to know instead of searching it in the books." He pointed out.