La Guerrera Capitulo 1 Novels & Stories

The words landed hard. Because she already knew they were true. Now that she had seen Guerero fight with her own eyes, she could no longer lie to herself. Then suddenly, Guerero saw Genaro. And something inside him snapped. His eyes turned wild instantly. No strategy. No caution. Just rage. He charged straight at Genaro. Danika barely had time to react. Guerero slammed into her shoulder as he rushed forward, throwing her violently aside. She crashed hard against the ground.

Then: "The High Heir asks the right question." Silence. Then: "The First Ones are merely invaders." The battlefield became still. Then: "I serve something older." The words struck like lightning. Then Aurelius cursed. For the first time. Then: "No." The Keeper looked pleased. Then: "Oh yes." The giant suddenly attacked. A massive fist descended from the sky. BOOOOOOOOM! The Keeper didn't move. Didn't dodge. Didn't react. The fist passed directly through him. Like smoke. Then the Keeper sighed.

Leaving me completely gobsmacked and standing gawping like a complete moron. He knows how to push my buttons alright; anger buttons, and I am fuming as horny heat is replaced with fiery anger. I just blink at him, my heart pounding, pride wounded and a tiny tremor of rage simmering inside of me like a dull ember trying to catch alight. Breathing hard and just locked on that gaze in a silent war of ‘who the fuck do you think you are?’ Carrero is an utter fucking arsehole of epic proportions. He is no gentleman at all!!!

He pulled away from her and put a finger beneath her chin just so he could raise her head. Rain opened her teary eyes to look at him just like he wanted, her vision almost completely blurred by the tears in her eyes but she could see the intensity in his liquid brown gaze and it scares her. Because despite the fact that his expression was one of gentleness and he almost looked like he was coaxing her, Rain could clearly see the anger brewing…like a raging flame that wouldn’t stop at just one person but would burn down an entire city. This was the Don of the Guerriero family, sometimes he made her forget what he truly looked like.

She yelled back. "I won't tolerate any disrespect towards myself. I was staying quiet because of you not anymore. Because you are not a fucking man you ain't worth it." * Selam guys! This is a teenager's story and this is somehow slow paced all of it will make sense after some more chapters :) have faith in me lol Happy reading

Suddenly, Roberto called out from the darkness. "Captain Terry!" His voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness of the night as figures began to emerge from the surrounding trees. Captain Terry, a hardened guerrilla leader known for his ruthlessness, stepped forward, flanked by his men. They had come running at the sound of the explosions, ready to assist. Terry’s sharp eyes immediately took in the situation—the defeated Japanese soldiers, the bodies strewn about, and the few captives still alive. His jaw clenched with grim satisfaction.

⸻ At the docks, everything went wrong. The cranes loomed like skeletons over the dark water. Workers moved in shadows, their eyes following Elena as she stepped from the truck. The capo with silver hair—the one who’d challenged her—smirked. “All yours, princess.” Elena barked orders, forcing her voice to ring with authority. Men obeyed reluctantly, shifting crates, checking manifests. She caught snippets of their whispers: Gabriel’s whore… puppet… outsider. Then gunfire cracked across the pier. Bullets tore through the air. Elena ducked behind a container as chaos exploded. Gabriel’s men had come, as she feared. The capo smirked and slipped away, leaving her exposed.

Guerrero takes out his gun and shoots the man, square in his chest without flinching a muscle then he strides towards Jeremy. “What is this hostile reception I'm getting, Kid?” “There was a… situation.” “I can see that, even the slick and cunning Maxim couldn't slip through this one,” Guerrero mocked. Maxim moaned at his son’s betrayal, “You bastard.” He gurgled, struggling as blood bubbled in his throat. “Take him to the car,” Guerrero snapped at two of his men. “Our bargain is complete Kila Vongov, pleasure doing business with you.” Guerrero turns his back to leave but halts at the sound of two safety levers being flicked off.

Chyrill down her looks to stay away from Sergeant Herrera, she can't longer take a look again at Sergeant Herrera's eyes, she needs to control her feelings too, she doesnt want to be in love much more to this man, she feels afraid if being hurt again. It was midnight when they decided to go inside of the room Sergeant Herrera was deeply asleep as of this moment, she decided to go outside of the penthouse and take a walk on a sea shore, she just wanted to refresh her mind of all the things that is happening right now, she had learned to live a life without him, but all of the sudden there he was coming back and alive. She can't imagine that Sergeant Herrera lost his leg maybe, he fought in th

the captain said, his voice trembling. Closer now, the chanting rose, a wave of sound that shook the ground itself. “Guerrero Valanti! Guerrero Valanti! All hail Guerrero Valanti!” The cries echoed off walls and rooftops, reverberating through the city. The earth quaked beneath their feet. Lucia stepped back, clutching the railing. “Oh no… he survived,” she whispered. “This… this cannot be real.” She turned to her soldiers. “Arm yourselves! Prepare! He must not enter the gates!”