Novel & Cerita Gabe Morales

Elara asked quietly. Mor looked up. “Why would I?” she said. “He’s too small to be useful.” The words hit Elara like a slap. “Did you take his memory?” Mor tilted her head. “I borrowed it. Just a little. He saw something. I needed to see it, too.” “See what?” Mor blinked slowly. “The moment you broke me.” Elara staggered back. “What are you?” she whispered. Mor stood up. “I’m a shadow that learned how to walk,” she said softly. “And shadows remember everything you try to forget.”

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

It was almost comical, but then again, I wouldn’t expect anything normal from that guy. “You deranged motherfucker . . .” I murmur, crumpling the note in my hand. I should have expected this. He’s a Morozov—the head of Morozov. That unforgiving Russian Billionaire who got his eyes as a curse. They say it’s the color of every blood he drained off of his victim’s bodies—the only bad thing that revealed a murderer was behind that beautiful, godly face. I shouldn’t have become too reliant just because of a provocative lap dance, or how he carried me back home.

"Every time someone uses Aimee for sex, that's how she feels. Each and every time she makes someone cum, she's doing the most moral thing imaginable." "Wow. Is that why it feels so..." "...right? Yup. After just a few days of exposure to the morality field, that's how you feel. Imagine what it's like being her." There was another long silence, as Liam reflected on Cedric's words. "Hang on," he said, as a worrying thought struck him. "This is all against my own morality. Like, my own...original morality. Isn't that...bad?" Cedric shot Liam a wry look. "That's above my pay grade, I'm sorry to say. I'm a physicist, not a philosopher."

He couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his mouth. His phone buzzed across the table. Eve. He answered. My voice was tight, urgent. “Please tell me you have something.” He leaned back in the leather chair, eyes on the glowing city below. “Better than something. I have a crack.” “Sebastian—” “Morales isn’t the saint she thinks he is. The man’s been investigated for falsifying records before. Sloppy, back-alley stuff. Women paying cash for diagnoses that never existed and reports that never held up under scrutiny. If she’s tied herself to him, she’s just handed us the knife to cut her down.”

He swallowed, however, he understood that he couldn’t just stop at Cillian, “Mordeu is a red wolf and regarding what Thaymor and The Pinnacle proposed, Mordeu is our best bet to win this war. He still has his sanity, he is strong, I cannot even begin to list his abilities. And although the Princess is of Thaymor, I’m sure they’ll understand, I’m sure they will allow her to do this.” “And what do you think they’ll ask in return?” Alvitir asked.

Saeris’s breath caught, but she didn’t let it show though. Flynn’s voice echoed, unbidden. ‘What he is. He’s not some wolf you can bat your lashes at. He’s a predator. He toys with his prey.’ Doubt coils tight. She knew his reason! She does! “You really don’t know him,” Mor said, almost to herself. “I can see it in your eyes.” Saeris shoved the ice down. “I appreciate your concern,” she said. “But I really should be going.” “In such a hurry?” Mor’s smile turned feline. “Hah~ It’s fine. I know we’d have a lot of fun.”

So close to cumming while standing in the middle of the room. I watched her teeth bite into her lower lip. That’s my girl. Cum for me. The tray trembled in her hands. A mistake. A slip. Then it fell. The sound of the glass shattering against the marble floor caused heads to turn. Gasps ripples through the guests. Morales stood frozen, her body hummed with tension as she took in deep breaths. No one knew. No one but me. She looked up, her gaze locking onto mine from across the room, wide horror. With something darker. With something hungry.

"This is my fault, I trusted Vincent when every instinct screamed not to." "You trusted because you wanted to save me," Elena said, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Any daughter would have done the same." "Any daughter wouldn't have been stupid enough to fall for such an obvious trap." Footsteps echoed in the corridor and I tensed expecting more guards, but the man who entered made my blood run cold because his presence radiated power and age and casual cruelty that spoke of centuries spent manipulating wolves for his own ends. Elder Mordecai looked ancient with skin like weathered parchment and eyes that had seen empires rise and fall, but his magical aura was stronger than anyone I'd ever