Herzog Novels & Stories

It was quite intimidating Zoey. "I'm Zoey Lavigne. I'm Dionysus Chevalier's secretary. I'm here to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Chevalier regarding the cremation of Mr. Hermes Chevalier." Zoey could feel her heart beating like she was going to faint because she doesn't know what to expect by meeting Dionysus' parents. But, upon remembering the possible heartbreak Dionysus would feel if ever his grandfather would be cremated before he could even see him for one last time, Zoey braved herself more. "I can do this. I'm an aries."

The beginning of a new year is still in a rainy season and it’s hard to predict the weather. I smile and introduce myself in a proper way, “well, I am Issa. Nice to meet you. Yeah I thought rain hasn’t stop somewhere there, over my way I saw people wearing raincoats yet it’s already stopped here” nice catch. It’s a good chit-chat about the weather. “What’s your name? I asked again “Oh, just call me Vincent. I am from Economics” he smiled while introducing himself. I saw what he ordered on the table: a coffee and french fries. Well, I really don’t know what to say again this time.

I have never felt love for no one except maybe my parents and my servant. But I never will fall for anyone because it's not in my nature. My nature is to feed upon the living and to eat as much human flesh as I can. I waste nothing, I eat every last bit of a person and give bones to the wildlife outside. This castle dates back to my family for centuries since possibly the early fourteen hundreds. The girl had finally stopped screaming and crying when I had hit a major artorie. I sometimes take pieces of them off and have Wilson grill them in front of me while the victims scream and cried in pain. I enjoy the screams I hear, it turns me on like crazy.

“Exactly. Whoever he is, he’s careful. Whoever set this up knows how to erase footprints. This isn’t a random investor. He’s someone who knows how we operate. And he is someone who has a close eye within the council, if not elsewhere as well.” I leaned back, staring at the file, the blank paper that somehow weighed heavier than a full one. A clean ghost. That was worse than a known threat. “Keep looking,” I said finally. “If he’s not a D’Amaris, then I want to know who the hell he is. Find every Lorenzo you can linked to the western packs. Or anyone who’s used that name before. And if not Lorenzo, then trace D’Amaris. That surname came from somewhere. I want a trail, no matter how faint. And

turned around and went back to the front door to lock it. After he made sure that their home was secure he continued to run after his sister until he was right by her side. He looked ahead of them. In the not so far of distance he could see the line where trim country grass from the Farmers Open Fields met with wilderness. Such a difference between the two pieces of land. Almost like different worlds. There was a flimsy wooden gate between the farmland and Forest that seemed to be holding the later back from oozing into their village. They had entered the forest quite a few times before and they always entered in the same place right there. Where country meets wilderness at the flimsy gate.

He had no use for them. Until her. Her name was Elara Vogt. She wasn't an aspirant. She was a competitor. Or rather, the heir to a competitor. Her father, Klaus Vogt, was the aging, irascible king of Central European logistics—a man who controlled the trucking, rail, and river barge networks that were the arteries of the continent. Their paths had crossed at the periphery for years; the Bianchi organization used Vogt's routes, but the relationship was strictly contractual, coolly professional.

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

Even worse DG and RG got into a heated conversation about what was relayed to Capri. DG could honestly care less. She did not like seeing anyone being bullied or talked about in a negative manner especially her baby cousin. She told RG about herself and that being a grandmother she should have been ashamed to be discussing her grandchild to anyone.

I said, and she frowned, trying to process what I was saying. “Alvize, Ezra’s brother, was being serious?” She asked and I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. “Ianos named him Konstantin. He has asked me to inform you to be a little patient, we will find a way to get you out of here. But things are a bit too messy right now.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Letting her out of here would only lead to her death for Ian’s freedom, and the last thing I needed or wanted was to have a prick like him living freely. He can live within the borders of the cemetery with my sister visiting him when she desires, or more specifically, when he calls her. I knew that she was crazy, but I doubted