La Guerrera Capitulo 5 Novels & Stories

Ouro asked condescendingly. “Pah!” Five spat, but Ouro got out of the way. Then he exerted more force on his foot. Five, who was already seriously injured, had blood pouring out of his mouth. His eyes were fixed on Ouro as if he wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood. Not only was everything that should have belonged to him taken away, but he also had to die at the hands of his enemy. So, it would be strange if Five was able to accept this.

THE GUERRA ESTATE ~ SPAIN Gabriella burst into her father’s study at the Guerra estate. Her hair was messy, her makeup streaked, and her eyes were wild with anger. “He humiliated me!” she yelled. “He threw me out like trash!” She didn’t wait for Esteban to respond. “Alejandro had his guards drag me out and throw me into the street!” she cried. “For her! For that American nothing!” Esteban Guerra sat behind his black-marble desk, calm and silent. His silver hair was perfectly combed, his face unreadable, his cold blue eyes fixed on the papers in front of him.

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?!”

“Can you elaborate on the degree of suffering you are looking at, Mr. Guerra?” “I want his head on a platter sent back to his father, and this guy,” I said, pointing at the picture of the escort who abused me. “His head must be brought to me. Little Guilia may need a present for summer,” I said to him, and a smile spread across his lips. “To conquering the white-scarred mafia.” He raised a glass, and then we sipped to our victory.

"Cap, here, she's a fighter." I smile. Persephone wipes her tears away and turns to face Ghost but has her head tuck, not looking at him in the eyes. "W-will, she b-be o-okay?" "Cap is a beast," Gunner shouted from the front as his voice made the child cringe. "Gunner, you ass! Ow! Gentle!" I hiss at the alcohol being pressed on my skin. With that tingling feeling, I clenched my fist, trying to endure the pain.

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

“What is there?” The warrior stared at Rowan. “The answers.” A deafening roar came from beneath the mountain. The first Guardian’s barrier was breaking. We had seconds. Kael looked at me. “We go.” I nodded. We ran. But before I left the mountain, I looked back. The Gate was still visible in the distance. The first Guardian stood before the enormous creature. And just before the darkness swallowed the temple, I heard her voice. “Find the fifth.” I stopped. “What?”

CHAPTER 4 Ariella “Please don't shoot!" I exclaimed as I opened my eyes. "Mrs. Deluca calm down,” a strange man said. "Who—who are you?” I asked. "My name is Thomas Guerra. I am Deluca's family doctor, which means I will be your doctor as well," the man said, and I confirmed with his dressing. “OK, what happened?" I asked, feeling so weak. "Your fear of guns got the best of you, and you passed out," Luis explained as he walked in.

She was as intriguing as the starlit heavens he’d often wanted to explore, but never had. A warrior’s time was never his own. Once he became one of the elite Shadowmen and served as a Blood Hunter, his life belonged to the Guardian Forces. Even now that he was too weak to fight, time still wasn’t his. Not with Herrera threatening to destroy her. He couldn’t resist taking a moment more, though. He went to brush his finger along her cheek just to feel the realness of her, but saw her stiffen and an expression of pain settle upon her features. She’d been through so much. Instead of touching her face, he brushed the bloodstained front of her dress that Herrera had cut. A thin red line marked the

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