Inferno Max Hastings Novels & Stories

He said, “Your father does not regret what he did to you and your mum. They are still alive after all the atrocities. Give me the order and I will get a substance that will send them to their graves within five minutes. I am tired of waiting to hear of their demise!” Hilton chuckled, “Allow them run in circles. If they lose their lives without any pain, my mom won’t get the justice she deserves. The day they meet the Chairman of Darnold Enterprise will be the day of their ruin and no can rescue them.”

Even the Prime stiffens, teeth bared, fury barely contained. The figure’s attention slides to me. You persist, it observes. I force myself upright, blood dripping from my mouth. “So do you.” A pause. Then—amusement. You are no longer viable. The interface is contaminated. Ethan drags himself to his feet beside me, swaying but unbroken. “You take one more step—” The Architect lifts a single hand. Every wolf slams into the ground. I scream as the pressure crushes my lungs, my vision dimming.

He opened the door and It was Max, his trusted friend and skilled hacker. "Evening, Sylvester," Max greeted and stepped inside. "You called." Sylvester nodded and closed the door behind him. "Yeah, I have a job for you. It's a big one, and if we pull it off, it will set everything in motion." Max raised an eyebrow with a smile. "I'm listening." Sylvester led Max to the living room, where he had set up a makeshift command center. He pointed to the screen displaying detailed schematics and data from Anabel's company's advanced driver's assistant system.

I couldn’t see what was happening, but I could tell by his consistent curses that Max had come with back up and Cristo knew he was going to lose. “Your thoughts must be right. Maximo doesn’t love you very much,” he said walking to stand in front of me. “He just signed your death certificate.” He raised his gun. I didn’t flinch because if I was going to die, I was going to do it with my head held high. “Any last words?” I narrowed my eyes at him. This was getting ridiculous. “Okay fine,” I his other hand come up to brace the hand holding he gun.

I think he already figured out what I was actually thinking. After dinner, I will let Larissa play with these knives then. CONAN’S POV Max doesn’t look like himself at all. He was like the son of the devil that was brought here on earth to punish the sinners. I never saw him flinch when the gun blow up and was in awe to see the blood dripping from Rick’s legs. He was unstoppable. It’s like if I react, I might end up dead as well. But things will only get worse once Hugo arrives. Even only with Max, it’s like time was moving so slowly.

The look in his eyes makes me nervous but I remain still and quiet while I wait for him to start talking "Tony, about an hour ago Nathan, Daniel and Micky found a girl out in the forest. She claimed not to be a Rogue and she didn't smell like one either but she wouldn't tell them who she was. She would only speak to me so I came straight down here." I have no idea who it could be so I remain quiet and wait for him to explain more. The look on his face turns nervous as he takes in a deep breath and runs his free hand through his hair and I snap unable to bear the silence anymore. "Who is it, Nicky?" I feel my whole body tense up suddenly dreading his answer. "Tony, it's Ro-" Before he can fin

Unlike his friends, the now Alpha and Beta. I can't feel anything except this burning rage, the want for revenge is swallowing up my life. I wish I cared, but I don't they will pay they all will. This was four years ago and now I work hard to rise through the ranks and drown myself in drink at night, but I will burn this pack to the ground before I take my last breath. ---- Enyo Burnside (Unexpected encounter)

Everyone in the room knew who Victoria and Calista were targeting. Garvin’s jaw clenched, his knuckles turning white over his briefcase handle. He made a move to sit up, but I caught his eye and gave a subtle, firm shake of my head. Don't take the bait. Before I could even open my mouth to deliver a smooth, lethal response, a deep, gravelly voice echoed from two rows behind me, cutting through the cabin like a shattered piece of glass. "If anyone in this cabin lacks qualifications," Maximo said smoothly, his voice low, heavy, and dripping with dangerous indifference, "it is the legacy failures currently living off their parents' dwindling trust funds."

"It's not a dream, Max. Everything is real. I... Fuck, touch... Why don't you... You're so dead. Emilia will kill you both" *****************************************

My eyes rolled back. "Mm," I moaned. I felt every press of his fingers. It sent chills through my veins. A smile tugged across my lips. The next moment, I snapped out of it. I jumped off the bronze chair and turned swiftly to look into his eyes. Those blue piercing eyes were gone, replaced by deep crimson ones. "You aren't Mitchel," I said, trying to convince myself that everything he said was fake. "No matter what you think, I will remain Zarchios," he said.