Romans & histoires Link Evilman

Evelyn trailed a few steps behind them, patting her coat into place with the same malignant calm with which she always did everything as if their near-miss with death had been no more than a trifling incident. Lena's heart continued to flutter, her mind trapped in a never-ending cycle of Damien's words. "Vincent Mercer is not an arms dealer. He's the one in charge." A ghost. A hushed name in the darkest corners, someone whom no one had ever seen and lived to talk about. She clenched her teeth. They were no longer attempting to flee from Damien. They'd stepped into something much more sinister. And she didn't know if they'd survive to get out.

How long until you finish the job? I stared at the screen. The apples blurred. The fluorescent lights suddenly felt too bright. I typed back quickly. Still gathering intel. No timeline yet. The reply came fast. You’ve had weeks. The man is a ghost to us. But not to you. I said, 'He’s not a ghost. He’s a storm.' Then stop watching the weather and start closing the file. I swallowed hard. My fingers hovered over the screen. Then another message came. He’s good for nothing. He’s killed dozens. He launders money through charities. He trades arms like they’re baseball cards. You get your revenge. We get our criminal. It’s the perfect plan.

Evan asked. "Do you know who this is?" Morgan threw a picture of a man with a pair of snakes tattooed on his arm. Evan took the photo and looked at it. "Where do you recognise this demon-serving Mafia? No one recognises his face, only his hands are a clue." "He's Roy Erwin! Russian Mafia. He's currently trying to hack into everything I own! You know what you have to do! Jonathan has organised a tactic for you!" "It's not free man!" Evan replied with a smile.

"Hey, kid. I'm sorry but Evelyn is our mayor's lover. So we have to kill you today to revenge her father's death. I'm telling you this so you know the reason why you have to die." "Your father?" Severin frowned. He had killed too many people that he had no idea who Evelyn was referring to. "My father is David Letterman, the gang leader of Nightsky Gang!" Evelyn reminded with her gritted teeth when she realized Severin had no idea who her father was. "Nightsky Gang?" Severin sneered. "Geez. I'm so surprised. The Nine Dragon Mansion is actually helping an unreasonable gang that caused trouble to the city and bullied the citizens. Aren't you guys feeling embarrassed of yourself if other people

"Seriously? Are you seeking justice here… for an evil man?" Emily scoffed, and the class erupted into mocking laughter. I clenched my jaw. Whenever I heard this story, I always felt curious about it. Killian Bloodthorne was undoubtedly a vicious man, but I didn’t like Viv Ironvale either. Just because he was a lycan and was on our side, he escaped the consequences of all the evil things he had done. In my opinion, he was just as evil as Killian Bloodthorne, he simply managed to escape the blame. But it seemed I was the only one who thought this way. Now I regreted asking that question.

A group of anxious people on their necks wouldn’t allow them to do their best possible. Ellie carefully walked over to Vladimir who was trying to console her best friend. She wasn’t worried because she knew Ava would get over it eventually and be back in control if the worst happened. Death wasn’t something to fear when involved in the mafia. That certificate was already signed the moment you agreed to get involved. “Mr. Ivanov?” Ellie called, and the man that turned to look at her caused her to swallow her next words. She and Henry had been right after all. Vlad and Leroy were the same person.

Lena smirked as we approached each other. “I’m fine,” I replied. “It hadn’t exactly been a walk in the park.” “I didn’t expect it to,” she replied. “You guys got something?” “Not something enough to work with,” I replied. “But it’s something we can use. Elora said our guy’s name is Morgeaus. The one that runs the show.” “Never heard of the name,” she replied, then pressed a thumb on my forehead. “I need to establish a mindlink with you, and keep you from being detected. Watching you from the mirror is quite stressful.”

"Some old fuck trying to climb the chain—79 years old, name's Harlan. He's got ties to the outer circles, but this? It's personal." Zeke leaned in, his face darkening as the evidence unfolded. Photos, messages, and encrypted files revealed Harlan's role in digging up Eli's history. But it didn't stop there. As they hacked deeper into Harlan's servers, the revelations turned grotesque. "Holy shit," Aman muttered, his screen filling with files that made even Zeke's stomach churn. Harlan wasn't just a rival; he was a predator, a pedophile with a decades-long trail of abuse. Young victims, including Eli as a teen, featured in the records; photos, videos, and correspondences that detailed groomin