La Guerrera Capitulo 55 Novels & Stories

Hunter’s eyes shifted from the gun to Guiller, his fists clenching at his sides. "I don’t have time to kill you right now—I’ve got bigger things to deal with. But if you still want to end it all, go ahead," Guiller said before turning and walking out with Antonio’s men. Hunter stood there, frozen, watching Guiller’s back as he disappeared through the door. “How’d it go?” Don Antonio asked when Guiller got into the car where the elder was waiting. “He’ll come around," Guiller said confidently. “Any updates on Lady Aleah?” he asked, shifting the conversation.

Instead of satisfaction, his anger and irritation surged. “FUCK!!” He stormed out of the main security office, slamming the door behind him. Kaizer casually flicked the cockroaches off his body. The war between them had begun, unrelenting, and neither would ever surrender. The Guerrero mansion itself would tremble under the chaos of a young master and a bodyguard who refused to yield.

Several mercenaries closed in on him with their rifles raised. "Die!" I drew the twin pistols strapped to my thigh and launched myself down toward him like a leopard bursting out of the woods. Still in midair, my bullets tore through the mercenaries' skulls with deadly precision. I landed steadily, grabbed Fifth Dad by the arm, and yanked him up. "Fifth Dad, you okay?" His eyes were wet with emotion. "I knew I didn't dote on you for nothing, sweetheart!" Just then, the mercenary leader broke through the defensive line with an elite squad and surrounded us.

After dabbing her face with the handkerchief, she stepped outside having one thought in her head - to go home and have a nap. Asena suddenly blocked her way and Faricenda scoffed, "If I remember clearly, I don't think I have any business with you." She said and Asena gave her a wry smile. "You don't but I do and we need to get on to it quickly." That was when Guerra appeared with a bottle in her hands. Faricenda just watched them lazily, concerned about the way her head was actually banging repeatedly. "Welcome home darling!" Guerra limped to where Faricenda was because of the wounds on her body and opened the bottle, stretching it directly to Faricenda's nose.

“Ma’am, I’m sure Mr. Guerra is fine. He has never lost a fight.” When Ariana said this, my brows became wrinkled, and I was about to go out on her when the front door was opened. I heard Guilia and Dante fighting in the lobby, and then they walked into the living room. “I wish Xavier hadn’t died. I wouldn’t be here speaking with you!” Guilia yelled, and they both turned to see Ariana and me. Ariana scurried away at once. Guilia scoffed with her arms crossed, and my heart raced as I saw how bartered Dante’s face was. He had a black eye.

Nay Aurelia was cut off when Guia jumped hahaha. "Yes, yes, this is it." Shocked by Guia's promise, he sat down. But because of his sudden sitting, he didn't realize that there was a sharp stone on his seat, so he got stabbed in the butt hahaha. When I looked at it, Guia started crying and looked at me with anger mixed in. hahaha. "SALAVATION: HEALING TOUCH!" Guia shouted as he called on his power that heals injuries. He touched her ass and then it straightened up and started to close its eyes.

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.

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.

The look in her eyes conveyed a sense of acceptance, as if she knew her time was drawing to a close. Tears continued to stream down my face as I clutched her tightly to my chest, my heart aching with helplessness and grief. “No, Kira,” I cried out, my voice a lament for the life slipping away before my eyes. But it was futile; I watched as the light gradually dimmed in her eyes, her breaths growing shallower, until, with a final sigh, she departed this world, leaving behind a profound and heart-wrenching void. In the midst of the chaotic battleground, my vision clouded with anger and frustration. Antonio grappled fiercely with Dima, their bodies locked in a brutal physical struggle. But my f

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.