Lewie Diaz Novels & Stories

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

“I tried to understand and I tried to give them ONE point to their advantage. But now, I really can’t, Diego.” “Lea, neonata, what is going on?” I asked, shaking my head in question. She didn’t say a word for a few seconds, but judging by the sight of Ezra and Mario who walked inside the house, both their eyes wide at her sight; I knew that it had something to do with them.

there's still one left. Lemiere will forever be on top even now I still hide it as Domanco.. one day Lemiere will be reveal again.

Andres replied when Luis shook his head. “She has put on some weight, Beta Rodriguez. And I find it hard to believe your statement when Emilia is reeking with the scent of her perfume. I know she never wears this much perfume.” Luis asserted. If it was a year ago, I would have been over the moon that Luis had noticed these small details about likes and dislikes, but right now, I was trembling in fear within.

The Beta stayed leaning on the railing, his eyes practically bulging out. Who knew how much money he’d bet on this race. The scent of expensive cigars floated through the air, along with whispers, some happy, some not so much... Lorenzo just wanted the damn race to end so he could leave with Victoria, or at least get that message that was driving him out of his mind. Suddenly, the phone vibrated inside his jacket, and he pulled it out discreetly. His brow furrowed right away. It wasn’t a "Done" message. Leo was calling him over and over... something had gone wrong...

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."

"Scarlett." ******

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