Homicidal Liu Mga Nobela at Kwento

The line went dead. Armored SUVs blocked every exit. Alexander stepped out of the lead vehicle. "In this territory, who would dare pick you up but me?" He tossed a signal jammer at my feet. "Ivy, your audacity is growing," Alexander’s voice held zero warmth. "You dared to touch the only male heir of the Camorra family? Did you want Lily to die in pieces? " My knuckles turned white around the grip of my gun. "Luca started it! He used Lily to test poison! He deserved to die!"

“Violet, you were the last person who called my father before he was kidnapped.” The sudden accusation stunned Violet, and she looked at Henry for help. “That’s enough!” With a dark expression, Henry shielded Violet and rebuked me, saying, “Luna, stop kicking up a fuss here. The murderer has been executed, and the judgment bears the court’s official seal. If you really want to blame someone for this, blame your father for being unlucky.” I teared up and stormed forward. “My father spent months in the lab researching the cure to treat your legs. Don’t you have a conscience?!”

She hated it. Shama walked towards the palace when a soldier noticed her and attacked her. Shama turned around to attack him. But as she did so there was a heavy pain in her neck. Shama fall down on the ground with pain. The soldier lifted his sword to kill her. Shama closed her eyes as she waited for the pain because she wasn’t able to do anything. Just then hot liquid touched her face but there wasn’t any pain. Shama opened her eyes and saw her most loyal maid standing in front of her. She stopped the attack.

He began to move toward the doors, toward the innocent people he had sworn to protect, his movements jerky and mechanical. Leo raised his white pulse-pistol, his face pale but determined. "Ivy, get back! He’s gone. The 7.0 protocol has fried his frontal lobe. He’s just a rogue weapon now!" "No!" I surged forward, reaching into the "Sync" with everything I had. I tried to broadcast a calming pulse, a memory of our nights in the Spire, but the feedback was like touching a live wire. My vision flickered silver as I felt his agony—the burning sensation of metal eating into his optic nerve.

"This is all your fault! I lost money, and I ended up in jail because of you! Liam, give me back the past six months of my life!" Liam sneered and retorted, "Don't act like the victim here. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this mess. Have some shame!" Erica was completely enraged by his words. Her eyes darkened, and her chest heaved with fury. In a blind surge of anger, she rushed back to her car, slammed on the accelerator, and drove straight at Liam. He was thrown to the ground, lying in a pool of blood, while Erica's car careened out of control into the roadside barrier. She was immediately arrested by the police on the spot.

"Only members of the royal bloodline had access to it." Ariana felt sick. Because that meant the killer wasn't just inside the palace. The killer wasn't just on the council. The killer was family. --- The Shadow Wolf smiled. Its red eyes glowed brighter. "Now we're getting somewhere." Lucien suddenly stepped forward. "No." Everyone looked at him. The old commander looked furious and terrified. A strange combination. "No." His voice shook. "The children don't need to hear this." The reaction instantly caught Ariana's attention.

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

No, it couldn’t be. I turned, heart in my throat, and got a better look at the man who had fired the gun. Tall. Powerful. Cold. My blood chilled. Alpha Vladimir. The ruthless leader of the Mancini Pack. The nightmare parents used to frighten their pups. He looked at me with disgust, as though I were something filthy clinging to the bottom of his boot. My knees gave out, and I dropped to the ground. "Please," I begged, voice trembling. "Don’t hurt us. We’ve done nothing."

Zoe rises from her perch, walks over to a bag strewn near the doorway and removes several large binders. Walking back to the sofa, she removes everything from the coffee table, opens the binder, and empties its contents across the table’s barren surface. Everyone slips forward in their seats and looks down at the pictures and files strewn across the table. She lifts an old black and white picture and holds it up for us to see. “In one of my previous lives, I worked at a fabric factory. On the same night that Lucifer murdered me, a fire started in the factory and killed five women. One of them was Lana.”