Kurtz From Heart Of Darkness Mga Nobela at Kwento

Kurt looked up when he heard that. His eyes were filled with shock and despair because Henry's excellent strength really frightened him. However, he still had a ray of hope. Kurt still had a final hope with him. No matter how terrifying and powerful Cesar was, he was not an Earthly Immortal. Only Earthly Immortals were truly terrifying yet powerful. There was a powerful Earthly Immortal, Herwig, in the Heartless Clan. There would be hope to overturn the situation with Herwig around.

"You wanted proof, didn't you? Is that enough for you?" He raised his brows as he spoke. He seemed drunk but not in liquor. He was drunk in whatever was making his eyes switch colours like that. "W…..w…. What do you mean?" I stuttered, shaking in fear. Had he been married before and then killed all seven of his mates? What else did his curse comprise of that I didn't know?

He sat up and waved at the man wearing sunglasses standing by the side. The man walked over. "What can I do for you, Mr. Donnel?" Kurt pointed at an island at a distance. "Send a boat immediately and bring me there." "But that island isn't completely developed yet. It isn't well-equipped." The man honestly said,"The locals are constantly fighting for ownership rights, so it poses a definite level of danger." But Kurt couldn't care less about that. He said firmly, "I don't care how terrible the conditions are. As long as no one can find me, just do it."

said Curtis. Curtis pulled the machete out of the dead psychologist’s chest and pointed it at the jazzman. “As I understand it, this blade will kill you once and for all. If you don’t want to find out how much hotter hell is compared to Louisiana, you’ll take me to see Papa Nightmare right now.”

AMERICA DAVIES I couldn't imagine what I was seeing at the moment. From what I had heard, that Ishmael of a person was the bad guy in the story and his boys were rogues that also wanted me dead. I knew that everyone had warned me about Kurt but I never expected him to be part of the people trying to kill me. Why would he give me his very own occultist dagger? It didn't just make any sense, not even the slightest bit.

Chief Summers looked at it with an amused look on her face. "I'd shake your hand Kurt, but I'm afraid it might be as dirty as your mouth. So don't take offence; I'm honestly just trying to keep myself and others safe from the filth of a sexist pig like yourself." Kurt's posture stiffened as he started to ramble aimlessly, looking at me with rage. I gave him my best smile as I watched him crumble and sweat. No way out of this, this time, dumbass. "I'm sorry you had to hear such language Chief Summers. I'm just glad you caught him on a good day. Some-" Kurt cut me off, rage taking over his common sense as he took a step towards me. His fat finger pointed directly at me.