La Guerrera Capitulo 66 Novels & Stories

Leni gasped in surprise and stared in horror but Roque threw himself in front of Leni and got hit by the ball of holy flame. Roque fell to the ground, unconscious. Serra could still feel a speck of life left on his body. The heavenly fire punishes the deserving. Leni stared at Serra with hateful eyes. "What are you" Leni whispered. Serra didn't answer. "Can it be?" a Badblood whispered behind Leni. Then suddenly, Serra's sword vibrates. She looked around and there in the distance were Reapers coming to their direction. "Reapers!" a winged Badblood shouts.

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.

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.

A new secret I hadn’t yet shared with Lucian. The timing couldn’t be worse. But hope was growing again—fragile and fierce—right in the middle of war. **End of Chapter 61** --- (Word count: 2,805) --- Ready for **Chapter 62: The Enemy’s Son** at ~2800 words? Let me know if you'd like any adjustments before we continue! 🔥 **Chapter 61: Old Friend, New Doubts**

Another came swinging a machete; she met him with a bullet in the chest and a knife in the gut. The men hesitated. Some cursed her name La Reina de Sangre the Blood Queen. The title spread as fast This wasn’t survival anymore. This was war. Across the chaos, she saw Raffaele. Standing tall atop the catwalk, his grin sharp as a wolf’s. He raised a hand, directing his soldiers like an orchestra of death. And then her gaze snapped left. El Cuervo himself strode through the haze, his raven tattoos catching the flicker of gunfire, a machete in one hand, pistol in the other. His men followed like shadows, cutting down Romano soldiers with ruthless precision.

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?””

That sneaky Arsehole. You get one Carrero … Not again. I feel so stupid that I almost fell for it. In fact, I DID fall for it. Arsehole. Utter Prick. Carrero is a devious snake, and he probably gives no more shits about tonight than he does about some random girl on the street going through the same ordeal. It’s all just a gameplay and another level of how he operates. He wanted my little sad backstory and now he has it, and I am left furious that he would pull the gentle hero card while I am in a fragile state.

"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.

“ Valeria , how can you even say that ? No matter what he is or whether he truly loves me like you said he does………At the end of the day , he remains the bastard who mercilessly raped me six years ago and made my whole life a mess . “ said Antonio with an annoyed expression . Valeria knew that it was hard on Antonio . just the thought was hard enough to bear , let alone actually experiencing such a thing . “ But…… “ said Valeria then Antonio got up from his seat . “ Valeria , on whose side are you ? “ asked Antonio annoyed . “ I….Of course I am on your side but I….. “ said Valeria . “ If you are on my side as you say you are then stop mentioning his name . “ said Antonio annoyed and walked in

Before walking off, though, he shot Lily and Chloe a venomous look. Chloe glared right back. Lily caught her arm. "Don't waste energy on someone like him. People who only care about the shot and never the safety of the people in it get what's coming to them eventually." At seven, the first burst of fireworks lit the sky, their reflection blooming across the river's surface in a full minute of pure spectacle. Once it ended, Lily sagged against the control panel, legs finally giving out from under her. "Perfect execution."