Hephaestus Vices Romane & Geschichten

Sofia briefly glanced on the floor before looking back at me with an unfamiliar look on her face. "Shane used to be different before. He tortured people without thinking twice. He kills people in a just a blink of an eye, he doesn't let anyone talk back to him and he's pretty much ruthless in everything else he does. There's something in him that controls him whenever he's pissed or whenever he wants to end someone's life that was a threat to him. Its scary and dangerous sometimes and we all know it, that's why we make sure that nothing ever pissed him off or make him mad. Sometimes I don't even recognize him when he has that dark look on his face like he's sort of possessed or something."

Violence is only a means to obtain order, it can never be order itself. You may be powerful, but you are not a god. I am He who has a black heart, and a dark soul. I shall avenge those who have been wronged, and my vengeance upon those who wronged me shall shock the earth. I am Vengeance god Black Heart”

His chest heaved sharply with extreme fury, and his lips trembled beyond his control. Mystic Vale—that devil—who had colluded with other sects to assault Ethereal Lumin Hold, whose hands were drenched in the blood of everyone in the hold; that villain they had believed had long since been shattered in soul by the passage of time—was still alive? Through a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, he had survived to this day. Over these thousands of years, how many more atrocities had he committed? Enormous shock and hatred suppressed for a hundred lives twisted together in an instant, and for the first time, the ever-strategic, unreadable Vicente showed such uncontrollable fury. His jaw clenched s

He pointed back and forth with us. “Alexa is no stranger; she could come in and out of my room as she likes. She has that permission” “You fucking nutjob. Did you break up with your fiancée because of this?! Did you lose all that for a lowlife like this?! The company is about to go into shit in your face, and you are fucking the daughter of the man that almost raped your mother-”

“Death would have been a kindness.” I raised an eyebrow. “You think so?” “Yes.” “Is this the scarlet letter story?” one of the guys asked. I groaned. “No, wrong century.” I heard Christopher mutter something under his breath. I looked at him and had to fight not to laugh. “Hephaestus wasn’t interested in killing his wife or the man she’d lain with,” I started. “He wanted to embarrass her. Humiliate her. He probably thought no one would believe him. He needed proof. How would he get proof?”

“You are the apple of Hepha’s eye, my dream and my redemption, do not think I came here to stop you, I came here to allow you the use of all of my strength, let it all burn under your feet, my one true female and love.” All his resolve not to confess to her for the one-hundredth time evaporated just like that. He was confessing to the mad Amalthea this time, he wondered if that would make a difference. Hephaestus knew her better than she knew herself, he would not have stood a chance if he fought her under normal circumstances, and he did not have a chance of winning now that she was this mad more than ever. She would win with this rage of hers in under three mortal minutes.

I blinked and forced a smile. “I’m just thinking about tomorrow,” I said. “It’s a big step.” He laughed softly. “Relax. It’s just final signing.” “Do you know who the Vice President is?” I asked carefully. He frowned. “No. Strange thing is, Stone Crest never had one before.” “That’s… odd.” “Doesn’t matter,” he said confidently. “Once they see us, once they see the presentation again, it’s done.” He walked to his desk and opened the file containing the printed designs.

vengeance. Why was he here again when she'd settled everything with him? He had already made her suffer, snatched her jobs, her peace. What else does he want now? "We meet again," Kevin rasped as he stretched his left hand—his eyes never leaving hers—and grabbed the glass filled with wine from the fully stocked bar next to the window. He was seated on the comfy sofa, hands resting on its arms while his face held a serious expression. His usual flirty charm was substituted by a strange aura, something destructive yet alluring. He watched her, as a dominant watches its submissive before ruining them. His gaze reflected hatred and alarming anger.

Victor leaned against the bench as he waited for the coffee to percolate and watched his partner at work. Vice was bent over the control board his headphones on, his posture hunched, and his eyes closed as he nodded along with the music. Vice’s cheeks were dark with stubble, and he had shadows under his eyes. He looked as if they had put in a few hard nights partying, rather than at the control board and in the attached recording room.

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.