Lo Secretos Del Vaticano Novels & Stories

Seraphina slowly looked up. “You joined the Black Council.” “No.” “I infiltrated it.” Her breathing caught. “They’ve believed I belonged to them…” “…for twenty-three years.” ⸻ At the De Luca Estate… Lorenzo hurried into the hidden library holding a freshly decrypted file. “Boss.” “We finally traced the broadcast.” Alessio looked up. “Where?” “The signal wasn’t transmitted from Switzerland.” Silence. “It originated…” “…inside Vatican City.” Matteo blinked. “What?”

He must be dreaming or was the pope a magician? The killer examined it carefully and it looked plausible enough though it was a bit evident the old man won't give it easily. “I always hold this near to my heart.” “Because you are a crazy man with crazy sentiments. Let me have it and we can still continue the game and probably prolong your life for a jiffy or so.” Pope Adrian XVII hid it under his robe. He thought of numerous people who could be holding the greatest secret of the Catholic Church, who among the clergies could unearth it?

That was enough for Seungcheol to make him stay on guard. "Yes," Seungcheol answered. "She is my minute." No one would understand it, unless Seungcheol added that they need to remove letters "U" and "T" to get the message. Nevertheless, he had no intention of sharing the secret behind his weird introduction. "A minute?" Vernon repeated. "Miss Celine is a minute?" Alas, Celine lifted her head by the time she heard her name. She looked at Vernon, before a sweet beam spread on her peach lips.

he asked. “Nothing,” both Whitney and Jimmy chorused. Maverick whined to himself, “We are not even married yet and the two of them are already sharing secrets. They are even keeping it away from me!” Lena was the closest to him. So she heard his words and smiled.

he felt compelled to add "And you choose to sleep with my best friend? Out of everyone?" I cried out, anger coursing through me as I clenched my fists by my sides. "You see, baby," Emily drowled, feigning sadness, "the problem is, you've always been blind and stupid, and nobody wants stupid and blind.” She said, approaching me with deliberate steps. "I've been having a secret affair with Aiden since you started that useless college course of yours. And believe me, you've been missing out," she said, her hand gently tracing my chin.

I scoffed when I realized that it was secured by a small silver crown on my head. Lorenzo watched all of that with hawkeyes, his disturbing stare boring into me and leaving hot trails of something that made me want to claw my skin from my bones and hang it outside in the scorching heat. His phone rang, and he shook his head before bringing it to his ear. “What?” His eyes snapped wide. My lungs ballooned with anticipation. I just wished it was Nikolai and somehow a grate had fallen onto his head and he was fucking dead. “I don’t care what you have to do. Get the priest to the Vatican right fucking now.” His voice thundered around the room.

Mortas plan to save our children "Catacombs," Lucifer sighed and both Grace and I looked at him. "They took our children into the Paris catacombs?" Lucifer shook his head at Grace. "There are ones in Italy too but most are filled with water. I'm getting hints of the Vatican. Saint Peter's square or basilica. There are several secret caverns within the city and the entrance is within one of the two places. Be wary of the blood drinkers," he said cryptically. I rolled my eyes at his mention of vampires. I mean come on, we didn't need more problems. Grace I realized had her sword out and was slicing the air around herself.

He respected me and didn’t press me to open up about my life, but as much as I wanted to tell him my story, I wanted him to do the same thing as well. I was dying to know what was behind the clothes and his broodiness? What was he hiding? What was his story? He was rich. I figured that out, judging by his penthouse. Did his tattoo has something to do with his past? Did his past has something to do with him being guarded and mysterious? A knock behind the door startled me. Did Forrest forget something? Excitement fluttered my belly. Only it wasn’t him who was standing on my doorstep. “Did I just see Forrest leaving your apartment?” Oh, boy. I’m so screwed!

I soon discovered silence was never the reward of victory. Only the chaos changed form. Obscura Arcanum’s tunnels became my favorite place to think in the waning weeks of the semester. Sewers that serviced pre-ward expansions. The Catacombs older still. Passages forgotten by time and design; meant originally for storage, or escape, or misdeeds that our illustrious leaders liked to pretend never occurred. Evelina knew the layout better than most. Inhaled and exhaled it with barely a thought, always leading by placing one hand at my wrist and looking at me with eyes that firmly said ‘do not question’.

*** While the van was moving, Angelo mind was focused on the two girls at the backseats dragging with the group of men. "Mistress, who is Paige's father?" He boldly asked. The mistress chuckled at him for a while, then sighed. "You know, this is why I like you. You are just so bold and fierce. You are a good kid indeed," she praised. She then sighed softly. "Paige's father is an American man. Louis Gray. He is from Oneida New York. He is a very complicated man who cares about his daughter so much. You know, Paige grew up in New York, and she schooled there of course. And should I tell you a secret?"