Novelas y relatos de Leatherface

Sebastion and Drake followed my lead and hunkered down. I casually peered my head around the building as a man emerged from around the corner. Black leather fitted him snuggly on his body. A leather belt passed over his shoulder. He had pale white skin, bald head, and a single eye patch. I watched his brown eye survey the area. Slowly scanning. I gripped the blade tightly in my hand, waiting for him to spot us. Looks like I would get my chance today.

I introduced Lucian with a smile and the citizens of Floresta Encantada applauded. A young man about six feet tall, with red hair and black highlights, he is muscular and you know he worked hard to achieve this because he has no abs, and an adonis belt. He's wearing bad-ass attire, I've seen what he's wearing in a magazine from the world of people, now he's wearing a black leather jacket, a neck gaiter, black leather pants, and black leather boots.

With that I ripped out the knife from his leg and stabbed him right in the gut with it. “ stupid healing. You heal faster than he did. They will just have to make more of a mess with you then.” I smiled walking away “ Have fun boys. Let me know when it’s over.” I yelled walking up the stairs and to the bathroom in the hallway. Looking at myself in the mirror I almost didn’t recognize myself. All the blood on me from causing him pain. I know both of them are shocked right now because I didn’t tell them about that. Well I didn’t tell them anyways. But I did tell Vanessa and she told me that the best way to get over it is to face what I fear most. All the anger I’ve had built up from all this.

'' Leah made a moment to take a special acknowledgement of Donovan who was dressed in a brown suede jacket with a v-neck black vest poking just from inside, and a black pair of jean trousers to match. ''Oh, apologies, detective,'' Leah remarked, stretching forth her arm to have a handshake, ''I'm doctor Leah; department of crimes medical emergencies, the Ministry of Health.'' ''I know,'' replied Donovan curtly. ''Oh, you do?'' Just as a conversation was building up between the duo, Miriam waded in, stamping her presence again. ''I shall leave you to take it up from this point, Donny,'' said Leah. ''But I must have a word with you before leaving. Shall we?''

I see nothing squirming around in them, so at least he has one plus. I missed the faint jagged scar trailing down his right cheekbone in my first perusal. He's hard, immoveable, and again the word deadly flitters through my overtaxed brain. I've never seen a human with a chest his size or muscles that bulge with every breath he takes. The leather harness runs across his pectoral muscles just below his nipples. Maybe he thinks they make him appear more badass. They're unneeded. If King has a middle name, it's Badass.

I just want my pound of flesh," I said coldly. I lifted his chin to look at me and growled at his face with my command, freezing him to the spot with fear in his eyes. "It was your lying tongue against my words that morning. If you did not mean to harm me, you would have told the truth and not let it get out of hand. But you maintained character," I said and spat on his face. "You are nothing but scum. I will have fun with you, Geoffery, and when I start, you will wish you were dead. This much, I promise you." I said, and he began to cry. "Bring me a silver whip. I want his bare back facing me." I ordered, and the kappas moved to do my bidding.

I was told he specializes in the use of knives and daggers and was more deadly than a raging bull. He had no tattoos on his body and he always had a mean look on his hardened face. Real name, Jack Lansing.Storm, the big brains, the hacker. Real name,Michael Angelo. Not all that tall,5ft 9,with thick black short hair,styled in a Mohawk.

In the SUV are their mother and their baby brother. Hearing the car's sound by the fence, the thugs look back at the gate. The bulletproof tinted windows slide down, revealing a man with a black hat, red feather, and a suit, “that is.” The thug stutters.”That is Lucifer Morningstar.” As his eyes grow wide. The hard-living thugs have all stood still, staring at Lucifer. “Honey, what is happening here? Why are these street people in our yard.”

He grunted as he tried to stand up again, but he failed. “Shit!” He cursed. He held the corner of the table and slowly stood up. “Wait! I will go there!” Amoux screamed. He uttered more profanities when he felt that his bones broke but knew that, as the Lycan, he had fast healing abilities. “Is Leah still naked right now? Please, cover her first; the pack doctor is here with me. Don't you dare forget to cover yourself, too? It's disgusting to see your naked body, asshole.” Adam grunted while Jonathan was laughing at his brother.

A cloud of dust rises as a sleek black motorcycle roars down the desolate highway. Its engine growls with power, propelling the bike forward with unstoppable force. The rider, known to many as Dante the Lycan hunter, sports a rugged leather jacket adorned with countless patches and insignias. His eyes are hidden behind dark sunglasses, He exudes an air of mystery and danger. As he approaches a weathered roadside bar, the sound of his engine echoes through the open landscape halting at a bar.