Lord Of Mystery Novel Novels & Stories

ADELINE ******One week earlier**** I got down from the Lamborghini and glanced around the club, I had to make sure none of my father's men followed me here . "Blinding lights" is the name of the club and it was for the elites of Cosa Nostra only. It was an exclusive club for the upper class in the Mafia only. I stepped into the club with confidence, and I walked straight into the VIP session. My name is Adeline Riolla Giovanni, the heir of the Riolla Dynasty, I'm twenty years old , some say I'm slutty , a snob , a know it all but who cares. It's not my fault my father's a billionaire drug lord.

Luke was jolted out from his thoughts and he turned around to see Razor standing by the door. "How did it go?" Luke enquired. "It was a success." Razor replied proudly. " The werewolves are dead." "Are you sure?" Luke gave him a questioning gaze. "Yes, My lord. I can bet my life on it." A triumphant smile appeared on Luke's face as he clasped his hands together. "Excellent!!" He said " We are one step nearer to my ascension to godhood. Appetizers have been attended to.And now..." Luke faced the window overlooking the town. A dark smile crossed his face. "....The main course. "

The expedition to break the curse leads to the road flowing with blood all the way, you have no choice but to do it anyway. After reading the preamble, Lord Yong hands were shivering to go to the next page that might have the full view of expedient. The part that made his stomach churn was the last line of the prologue and its mention of Blood. Lots of questions plagued the mind of Lord Yong at that moment. Taking a deep breath he finally managed to turn to the next page. A shudder went through his body seeing the illustrations, it was something bizarre and mysterious. He curiously started to read the words.

If I told them I’d nearly killed myself, they’d be even more worried. Yes. His name is Lohan. To stop me from carrying out plan B the wrong way, he crossed between worlds and got stuck here with me. So plan C has started, but the details are still being worked out. Who is the Mysterious Lord, really? Damian asked. Nicolas had started typing something too, but stopped—probably wanting to ask the same question.