La Guerrera Capitulo 2 Novels & Stories

I yell out as I try to cool the hammering of my heart to a steadier pace, still foggy headed from sleep, trembling from my rude awakening and realizing I never even picked up a robe to cover myself. Camilla’s delivery no doubt. Guy sure is keen to deliver a parcel. Without hesitation, or even checking the peephole, I open the safety lock and ease the heavy fire door, just enough to pop my head round to see who is making all that infernal, impatient noise, with an irritated sigh. All the blood drains from my soul, my body instantly met with a cold wave and heart dropping lurch when faced with one casually dressed, and obviously majorly pissed off, Arrick Carrero.

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!”

A spur of both adrenaline and anger probably. "How do you like that, Guillermo?" I asked. "You gonna let a chica beat you like that?" he asked the man practically shaking with the gun at his head. "Don't be such as pucha." "Ella podría matarme Guillermo," he replied in a high pitched voice. I haven't done Spanish since high school so I honestly had no idea what he said but Guillermo rolled his eyes. "Hey bitch," he said looking at me. "Show us your tits and we'll let you go no trouble."

Chapter 63 Truth *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** “What the f*ck is going on?!” Hector cursed as he tried to block Leila. Hunter tried to stop her – but she was just so strong. “Ouch! F*ck!” Hector cursed loudly – as he felt his arm getting wounded by Leila’s elongated nails.

“Thank you for seeing me.” I did not stand. I did not offer him a hand. “You’re here because I allow it,” I replied. “Sit.” He hesitated before taking the chair opposite my desk, crossing one leg over the other like this was a business meeting between equals. “I trust my sister arrived safely,” he said. I looked at him calmly. “You lie too easily, Guerra.” His expression flickered before he masked it. “I don’t know what you mean.” “You said she was soft,” I said. “You said she was innocent. You implied she would be compliant.”

Out of contempt for the situation he swifts fast back into the hall. Garth enters back into the hallway and makes his way over to his captain. At the same time, Romera retreats as well, leaving her second left side cage in a pool of blood. In that cage three goblins are dead and she leaves a Jinova woman alive and covered in the fluids of both their essence and scarlet. Both Garth and the spider woman are coated with enough blood to fill an ocean but even so they have a look of pride on their faces as if cleansing and judging is acceptable in this situation. Garth steps to the side of his captain while she is walking and taps her shoulder. The read head looks over at him and notices the piec

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.

Almost at once, his defuncted body dropped to the floor and blood began to ooze out in spurts from his open skull. Without remorse, I turned to the second captive. “Now where were we?” A/N Hi, it's me again. I know you hate Luciano so much. I do too 🥺 Will he kill the second captive? Let's find out in the next chapter. But keep supporting to see if he will ever find a chance at redemption. Support with your votes, comments, and share. Thanks for reading 💜💜

She had torn her engagement contract, left behind a silk-laden estate, and arrived with nothing but a dagger and hope. “I want to fight for something I choose,” she told the gate captain. Lume, a mute girl with wide grey eyes, said nothing at all. Even though she was mute, she was inspired by Eliza that any woman could fight as long as they had passion. When she was given a bow, she notched an arrow and split a fruit from a hundred feet away. Not once. But three times in a row. Tasha, her clothes tattered and her past darker than most, carried a note from an outpost commander: “Once rogue, now redeemed. Let her prove it.”

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.”