La Guerrera Capitulo 7 Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

CHAPTER 7 Nova Sterling Point Of View “We are not backing down, not now, not to them." I held my dagger firm. The approaching torches pointed directly at us. Their bearers saw us ready to fight back. Somewhere in the dark between the trees, a Mercer soldier cocked his rifle. The battle has started. Kieran suddenly appears from the shadows and slams his fist into the tree above my head, making me jump. Leaf bark scatters and falls around us.

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

“Thank you for seeing me.” I did not stand. I did not offer him a hand. “You’re here because I allow it,” I replied. “Sit.” He hesitated before taking the chair opposite my desk, crossing one leg over the other like this was a business meeting between equals. “I trust my sister arrived safely,” he said. I looked at him calmly. “You lie too easily, Guerra.” His expression flickered before he masked it. “I don’t know what you mean.” “You said she was soft,” I said. “You said she was innocent. You implied she would be compliant.”

Fight. It's as if Lucifer can sense her pathetic inner struggle. He twists his fingers harder around the chunk of hair, the pain rips into her scalp and she can feel the taste of blood in her mouth. He pushes her roughly between two guards. "You're not going to cause any trouble. Right, Rebecca?" She shakes her head and turns her gaze to the floor, where Lucifer guards has thrown Seven down like old trash. He's lying with his hands tied behind his back. Blood runs from his mouth and his eyes are swollen.

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

“Mamá, you’re safe.” But Victor’s text from last night echoed: The war’s just begun. The gala loomed. And so did the end. Chapter 17 Marco Vasquez The rooftop wind tasted like blood and betrayal, whipping my hoodie as I clung to Mamá’s trembling body, her blood soaking my sleeves: hot, sticky, mine to stop. Elena knelt beside us, her gun still smoking, eyes wild with a love and terror that mirrored the chaos in my chest. Kane’s guards swarmed, shouting into radios, but the world shrank to Mamá’s rasping breaths and the cousin’s corpse cooling on the helipad.

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!!!

He pulled away from her and put a finger beneath her chin just so he could raise her head. Rain opened her teary eyes to look at him just like he wanted, her vision almost completely blurred by the tears in her eyes but she could see the intensity in his liquid brown gaze and it scares her. Because despite the fact that his expression was one of gentleness and he almost looked like he was coaxing her, Rain could clearly see the anger brewing…like a raging flame that wouldn’t stop at just one person but would burn down an entire city. This was the Don of the Guerriero family, sometimes he made her forget what he truly looked like.

The other animals stopped running; their confidence boosted as they joined in the fight. It seemed their power couldn’t match mine any longer. Suddenly, the loud sound of gunfire echoed through the lonely bush. A deep scream erupted...it was a voice I knew all too well. It was the voice of my best friend, the one who had always protected me since I first became aware of my existence. “Valera, save me…” he spoke in a language only I could understand. I turned my head and ran toward the direction of his voice. I saw my friend lying in a pool of his own blood.