La Guerrera Capitulo 11 Novels & Stories

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

--- Kira and ten Forgotten fighters smashed through the weak side barrier— motorcycles screaming, trucks ramming, guns firing. Chaos exploded. --- Bullets tore through the air. Men shouted. Tires screeched. --- Kael shifted—half-wolf—claws ripping free. He lunged, dropping the nearest guard hard. Liora hit the ground behind the car just like he told her. --- Kira’s voice cut through the noise. “Get the girl! Go!” --- Kael carved a path toward Vortigern. Claws slashed. Fangs snapped. Two guards fell bleeding.

Bullets pinged against the rear bumper, but they were out of range before Rafael’s men could regroup. Breathing heavily, Capello wiped blood from a small graze on his arm. “We need to regroup. If there’s a traitor still feeding Sanchez information, we’re all in danger.” Dino exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Then we find them. And we end this.” Luciana, still catching her breath, stared out the window. Her expression was unreadable, but when she finally spoke, her voice was filled with cold determination. “I’m tired of running. It’s time to strike first.”

The grip on me loosened instantly, and I heard a pained curse as the man behind me stumbled back. Seizing the moment, I darted away from my captor, and Hunter quickly pulled me to his side, shielding me. Turning back, I saw the source of the disruption. Rhea, despite her own injuries, had managed to strike the captor with a bigger flower vase, her fiery eyes shining even as she clutched her side in pain.

Her defiance, even in her weakened state, ignited a fury within me hotter than any fire. Before I could even formulate a plan, a guttural roar tore from my throat. My warriors, responding with practiced efficiency, charged into the fray. The clash was swift and brutal. Steel met flesh, roars mingled with the clang of weapons. Elara, seeing me, unleashed a surge of her own power, a blinding flash that momentarily stunned her captivators. In that split second, I reached her, scooping her into my arms. Relief washed over me so powerful it left me breathless.

THE UNEXPECTED RECONCILIATION CHAPTER 68 [And when fate play another game, she was entangled like how it used to do before] Agatha was fuming mad. Her anger is no match to how her eyes are already burning, a fiery pit on a dangerous precipice, but how could not she felt mad? The plan she had been ruined. Earlier, assured when Gerry was being transferred to their headquarters for interrogation, when her men call. Somebody had taken the latter. Men in suits, what more they are armed, and Agatha is beyond furious to know that those guns upon further investigation belongs to a Capo, who is as slippery as his shadows seems to fade through the law. Pablo Garcia, who haven’t had been caught yet, bu

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.

He regretted being so unrestrained when he saw a pretty young attendant. He did not expect that it would cause such serious consequences and possibly even costing his life. Who would have thought that Silver Face, the captain of the Red Flame Mercenaries who looked like he was halfway to the God Rank on the surface, would turn out to be a God Rank guardian? Everyone else did not expect it, let alone him. Otherwise, Dark Cape would not be as chaotic as it was now. Now he was seriously injured and as he was being carried by Killer, who was a mid-Dragon Ranker, he offered no resistance at all.

This is where Carlos Varela's soldiers were. Just as Diego was about to get his own troops ready, a figure stepped out of the shadows. Lucia Torres. "Diego, you're too late," she said with a sneer in her voice. "You've already lost." You will never get this pack back. "You're fighting a losing battle." Diego's heart sank as Lucia got closer and her smile got bigger. "Varela's soldiers are already inside. Diego, the real enemy isn't just outside. "Your bloodline is the real enemy."

Seconds passed when an idea popped up like a light bulb was turned on. “Humayo’t bumalik!” I shouted. Then my hands started to glow. The two Manananggal looked at the direction where I am hiding. They might have heard me. I can already feel it. I can already feel my sword coming back! When the sword came back at me, I looked at them. Okay, let’s get this over with! End of Chapter 11