La Guerrera Capitulo 63 Novels & Stories

You need to see how a miserable junkie he was during her demise. The scenario that played out between Lucita and the guards left me gobsmacked. Jericho had gotten into the cabin and I had taken my cover. My mouth fell open as I watched Lucita skillfully dealt punches and kicks to the guards. She didn’t miss any of her aims and the guards could barely lay a finger on her. From my hideout I could see into the cabin. Jericho was equally appalled, he stood rooted on a spot as he watched the combat and not until Lucita was done, did he move a step. Same as me.

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.

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.

After a short command, his team gathered around him and they focused their aim at their targeted Kapre. They opened fire as one. Their bullets were like a hail of steel rain that split the skull of the Kapre apart. His tobacco flew from his mouth before he fell to the side with a pulverized head. The other Kapre turned and charged at Lukas and his group but they kept their aim steady and fired another wave of bullets that stopped the attacker dead on his tracks. The last one was killed by Francis and his team. The coast was clear and the surviving 666IB troopers ahead had retreated back to safety. They approached the house beyond, praying that no more Kapres were hiding in wait.

At the corner of her eye, she saw Leni pointing on her direction and the Reapers and Badbloods dashed towards her. Then she turned back to Rila. Her sister was looking at her and she was smiling. Tears smeared down on her bloody cheeks. She mouthed the words in her lips. "I'm sorry. I love you." "Rila!" Serra called helplessly. Then Roque brought his ax down on her sister. "NOOOOOO!" She cried. Serra then burst into a golden flame. Heavenly fire burst out from her chest and her sword blazed on her hand. Then she was suspended in the air like the sun.

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.

Guerra smirked, looking directly into Jun's raised up face. Jun suddenly growled, throwing away two of Guerra's friends that were holding her side by side, "Now, I am standing up for myself and you can't bully me anymore!" She gave another deep growl, her eyes flickered to her wolf's which shocked the hell out of Guerra that she fell to the floor - when did she have a wolf?

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!!!

“Shhh... It’s not going to happen. They’re safe now.” But Alice’s vision had shaken her to the core. As she cried against Pedro’s chest, Roberto and his men dragged Ichiro further into the camp. His hand, still stained with blood, slipped off Alice’s foot as Roberto yanked him up and shoved him toward the Captain’s tent. Inside the tent, the air was thick with tension. Captain Juan stared down at the captured lieutenant, his arms crossed, his face hardened with resolve. The guerrillas gathered around, their expressions cold and unyielding.

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