La Guerrera Capitulo 47 Novels & Stories

The faint, rhythmic beep from the corner of the room. Valerio’s gaze snapped to a box under the table. Red light blinking. C4. Sera’s heart dropped. “He’s going to blow the building.” “No,” Gianluca whispered. “You’re going to blow with it.” He lunged—not at them, but toward the detonator. Valerio fired. The bullet hit Gianluca’s shoulder, spinning him. Sera rushed forward, kicking the detonator from his hand before he could press the trigger. It clattered across the floor, sparks flickering but failing to ignite.

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!!!

At that moment, an old man with blonde hair appeared, fanning the flames. "How dare you! Shielded Valley won’t tolerate your recklessness." It was the Fourth Guardian! The newcomer was Mario’s grandfather, a powerful figure. "Enough with the nonsense. If you want to fight, bring it on," Alexander said, giving no face at all. In a place like Sinister Territory, if you didn’t show strength, you’d only be bullied. "Fine, I’ll show you my strength!" The Fourth Guardian, full of confidence, threw a punch. His Western boxing technique was fierce, the punch cutting through the air with a loud sound.

Valeria After about thirty minutes, the warriors return from battle. Raphael bursts through the doors, bare‑chested, only in his pants. I rise and hurry toward him, scanning for wounds, desperate to be sure he isn’t hurt. “You’re okay?” I ask, spotting a few scratches. “Yes.” He steps closer, his hand brushing over my shoulders in a gentle caress. “What happened?” I ask. “Our enemy attacked.” “They weren’t rogues?” “No—” A man in the crowd steps forward. “How did they get here?!”

I handed the glass of wine to him. “Two days ago, I had my friend murdered in cold blood in order to save my daughter. I made a deal with the bastard Alfredo Colombo, but he broke it by making me a fool in front of my daughter. I gave him fifty crates to make his father proud, but now… I paused, taking a sip from my glass. “He needs to suffer,” He stared at me, and then he sipped from his glass. “Can you elaborate on the degree of suffering you are looking at, Mr. Guerra?””

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.

LORD OF THE UNDERGORUND SOCIETY CHAPTER 73 [Same face, but with a different persona] It was after four in the afternoon in Belize, yet the agitation on Gerry’s bloodstreams seems like it couldn’t wait much longer. The Marlboro he lighted in a fewer seconds a moment ago was already left discarded, ashes fell on the floor, it was in an attempt to appease how nerve wracking he was onset with the mere thought of that gun being pointed at his head. He wasn’t usually a bum, no fear coated eyes, but to face Pablo Garcia, the gantillo [ the gun’s trigger] he hold never had given Gerry an assurance that he would sprawled dead on the floor. His threat he meant to commit, if given by chances to do so

Guerra shifted on her feet uncomfortably, his gaze was making her chest thud. "You are the one being rude, I never asked for your help." He said coldly and began to walk away again, huh? Is that what he would say? Hover suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking at somewhere and when Guerra traced his eye sight, he was looking Faricenda who was running after the crying Dama.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

As one my fighters voices soared with mine, our courage indomitable beneath the ancient sentinels. River gasping against a redwood bole, axe leveled at this throat. Jeremy snarls "Ready to surrender, mangy cur?" Rivero smiles cruelly even as blood bubbles on his lips. "Why Captain, this is but the opening gambit. By sundown all you hold dear will be ash on the wind!" Jeremy recoils eyes wide with dawning horror. Chaos erupted as a hulking Rogue warrior burst from the underbrush, barreling straight towards me with a guttural bellow. I pivoted at the last instant, his claws cleaving only air as I spun beyond reach.