Isaiah Ayala นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She had learned her lesson with Hera. Alyssa might just fit the bill. While she wasn’t as powerful as the Morris’, she was definitely easier to approach than Myra, the daughter. With Lancaster’s interest, getting a sample of her blood would be a breeze. Aurora positioned herself outside the girl’s house, waiting for Lancaster to come out. As he walked by, she leaned on her cane and stepped into his path. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed as he stumbled over her. “I can hardly see, please forgive me, sir.”

She was recalling the last time she had been down here, when she had been a prisoner herself. We came to the bottom of the stairs and I took the lead, passing the empty cells until I approached the one that housed the first man to have ever abused my mate. Thanatos thrashed from within my mind, begging me to give him control so he could rip this pathetic man’s throat out. Wes took one look at me and shuffled to the back wall, pressing himself against it as though he wished it would swallow him up and remove him from my sight. I stared at the pitiful excuse of a man for a minute longer, feeling my claws sharpen as I took in his sad appearance. His grey eyes were dull, matching his thinning ha

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Ian: I'm in, Ivan is at the bar. We headed inside, My hand on Cassandra's waist and the room was crowded with guests. Thank God Ian has already located Ivan, or I would have been here for hours trying to search for him. Ian walked towards us with his hand on a brunette's waist. Must be his whore on a date. She was pretty, I will admit, but I have a feeling she's just another one of Ian's play toys. "I would like you guys to meet Isabella. Isabella this is my brother Alessandro and his wife, Cassandra"

Clearing my throat I asked him what his name was and he lifted his head , slowly. “Liam…… Liam Isaacs.” He said with an Italian accent. “Aaliyah but my family calls me Liyah.” I said in my normal voice and he kind of stopped fiddling with his hands. His breathing was normal though. Well Liam Isaacs you are stuck with me until I’m satisfied with my job.

“I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.” Allen rushed to me. “C'mon man, we are family, you don't have to do this….” “What was your gain? This isn't about you being left broke…you have always wanted to take control of The Rodriguez's group and I foolishly helped you, Allen you know my principles, you don't mine gold in another person's territory.” “Fine,” Allen blurted out. “Don't make the call, I would talk to Maria myself.” “I really don't want to get blood on my hands right now but your mistress has to go and you would pay for using me in your sick plan,” I turned back

Before I had the chance to contemplate the interior further, we bumped into Luca. "Hi, Luca!" I said cheerfully. "Hello, giglio." He replied, grinning. "Don." He nodded, looking at Mariano. Mariano nodded back. "Luca," He drawled. "Get the message across - Isabelle is off limits." Oh? "Hey!" I protested, just to spite him. "But the men here are sexy." Mariano didn't spare me a glance. "Sí, Don." Luca nodded, walking away.

Isaac caught the pup, lifting him for a brief hug while Santiago watched him with the intensity of a starving predator. "You're back," Santiago said, his voice dropping to a private frequency. "I thought you were done with me." "I'm here for the pack, Santiago. And for a friend who needs a navigator," Isaac replied, stepping aside to reveal Derek. The silence that followed was deafening. Valeria stood slowly, her protective instincts rolling off her in waves, half-shielding Mateo. "Mateo," Isaac said, breaking the spell. "Remember when you asked which player had the fastest sprint in the Western Division? Number nineteen?"