Novel & Cerita Gabe Morales

He helped Celica up, because while screaming she collapsed in panic and he began to introduce himself to her, while also helping her to calm down: "My name is Moraz, an outsider and possessor of the Dark Elemental power, I came here on a quest and found that you are also involved in this power, please tell me. I detail." When Celica saw Moraz's gentle gaze, she felt somewhat relieved, but she still couldn't trust this man, so she slowly stepped back to avoid close contact with him, Moraz. She began to raise her haughty voice to interrogate Moraz: "What do you want from me? Do you want to kill someone who's using magic like you? Long time! Dream! I'll never tell!"

I barked without looking away from Moris’s terrified eyes. Grey pulled a tablet from his jacket and laid it on the table. A recording began to play, Morris’s voice, clear and unmistakable, speaking to a contact in the city. 'Drake is very strong, he has no weak point, but you could try getting the girl and use her as a bait.' The silence that followed was heavier than the mountain above us. Morris stopped struggling. His body went limp, the realization of his death finally settling into his bones. “You sold your own blood, Moris. For what? What glitters enough to blind you to your own people?” Grandmother’s voice drifted. “Tell me, how many of our secrets have you scattered like dust?”

*** Jovie's POV When the anesthesia wore off, I opened my eyes. No tears. No breakdown. I just stared at the ceiling. Govind stood by the bed, eyes bloodshot. He looked wrecked. Angry. Scared. He grabbed my chin, jaw tight. "Jovie, do you seriously want to die that bad? Using death to threaten me?" I looked straight at him. Then I smiled. Sweet. Obedient. "Govind, I won't die." I lightly tugged his sleeve with my good hand. "I know I was wrong. I won't cause trouble anymore. I'll listen to you from now on. Don't be mad, okay?"

I didn’t know that he sent one to my phone because I am busy with my revenge. “Hi babe… just in case you’re back to your senses… always remember how much I love you” My heart pound fast when I heard the voice clip that he sent me and it can’t stop pounding even though I tried to make it stop, by convincing myself that everything is fine and what I did is fine because that is what I wanted, A revenge from the demons who sexually abused me, but there is something in me that is telling that I am not fine. I listened to the voice clip again and it makes me remember something. I scrolled for more and I found a lot of our pictures together. A sweet and happy moment. Our memories are full of posi

I bet he's thinking a lot more about that than about the guy's head exploding, "It's like I'm the bringer of death or something." "Or... you helped a lot of good people not to get kidnapped anymore," I say, making him return his eyes to me, "Those guys were a gang called Moros, all they do is kidnap innocent people and strip their families of all their hard earned money. Now, because you lead me to their hiding spot, they won't be doing that anymore. Your dad does some really fucked up shit too, but it's never to innocent people. That makes him—us—better.” "I guess," he murmurs, swallowing and looking away again, then he gags out of nowhere, "Ugh. I can’t stop replaying the way that guy..."

Just quiet, precise movements — men who didn’t need to prove they were dangerous. At the center stood an older man. Pale face, gray hair slicked back, coat buttoned up to his neck. He didn’t smile when we approached. “Welcome,” he said in accented English. “You came.” “I’m not one for ignoring invitations,” Vittorio said dryly. The man nodded once. “I am Mori.” I felt the air shift around us. That name. I remembered it from Estella’s confession — the man who’d handled her, who’d made her pretend to be Fiorella.

Galileo whispered into my ear. I opened my mouth to respond to him when the blonde-haired man turned around. It was Williams Morales. The bastard. The shock on his face when his eyes landed on me was a reward in itself. What if I buy his daughter just to spite him? But it’s an auction. Too much money to waste. “It’s Mr. Morales! The stronzo (asshole)!” Galileo muttered. When Williams Morales outsmarted us with an inadequate delivery over seven years ago, Matteo was in the UK. My grandfather was still the mafia boss and I was his underboss. Galileo and I were the ones given the task of confronting the bastard.

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

**** Morrisa woke up, she could feel the cool breeze coming in through the window. She got up from her bed and went to stand in front of the window, to enjoy the cool breeze that was coming through the window and also to look around her surroundings. As Morrisa enjoyed the morning breeze and view, she could not help but think about her big move today. "Finally," she began saying to herself. "After 20 years of suffering alone now I can finally take my revenge on the Hart's family. I will make them pay for everything I've gone through in prison over these years." A cruel smile appeared on her face.