Mafioso And Chance Forsaken Mga Nobela at Kwento

And the chills ran deeper. "Why hasn't he taken me then?" Marco shrugged. "Because he's waiting." Marco stopped again. I heard him fumbling with something. "He wants you to see everything first. The drugs, the children, the bodies. He wants you broken before he adds you to his collection." A sliver of light appeared. A small crack in the wall ahead. "Is this safe? Where does this lead?" Marco looked at me. Something flashed in his eyes. "This leads to the basement, where your mother is kept."

I nodded firmly. He clenched his jaw at my response. "You asked for my forgiveness," I said. "Well, you have to earn it. You say you want me to give you a second chance? I will, but only if you stop all the mafia stuff." "I pledged to become this when my family was killed," he spat bitterly. "I promised my mother I would kill every single William." "Well, I am one," I challenged. "Why don't you kill me? Kill me and end it all! Why didn't you kill me? Come on, Danzel, finish off the last living William."

“Princess Seraphina, please. Yell at me if you want, but please do not be quiet about it. What I did is unforgivable, and I deserve—" “Nothing, Nicola. You deserve nothing. Not even my anger.” I let out, breathing steadily while holding his gaze. Rexton seemed to be lost in some kind of trance, but I didn’t care. I simply said to Nicola, “You have done what you did. Nothing can change that, not even my forgiveness. Thank you for creating the pills for Celeste and for teaching me these past few weeks.” “There’s no need to thank me. It was a pleasure, and I will create the potion to seal away her werewolf gene as soon as we defeat the rebels—"

I gritted my teeth, waiting for him to solve the mystery… Marcos didn’t answer me. Instead, he looked down at his hands, confused and terrified, just like everyone else in the room. I stared at Remos’ dead body, guilt eating me alive, was Remos innocent? And if he was, then who was the traitor?

I could still feel the heat of his skin when he’d grabbed me and how scared he’d looked when he realized he’d cut me. It was so easy to forget who he was when he smiled, when he touched me like I mattered. But last night was a sharp reminder. Azrael wasn’t a regular man. He was a Mafia lord. Torture wasn’t a glitch in his character, it was part of the job description. What had I been expecting? That he’d handle traitors with polite letters and forgiveness? I laughed quietly, bitter and hollow. Maybe I was the one being naive. By afternoon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I left my room and went looking for him.

The desperation. This girl wasn't just valuable. She was the key to one of the biggest mafia fortunes in Europe. And she had no idea. His phone buzzed again. Message from Sophia: *Did you get her? The Morettis are getting impatient.* Rafael stared at the message, then at the closed bedroom door. The smart play was to trade her. Get his information about his family's treasure and walk away. But the Santoro fortune changed everything. If he played this right, Cassandra Roglas could give him something far more valuable than his parents' stolen heirloom.

I shouted and regretted it the minute Gabino and Carlo flinched behind Lucinda. Scrubbing a hand over my face, my heart in my mouth, I whipped my cell phone out calling Chance. “It’s too early Co-“ “Joaquin, where’s the bloody bastard at?” “Connor you can’t just expect me to get a mob boss’ son location without-“ “Two minutes, Chance” I hung up. Five minutes later Chance called me, “Fuck, Connor. My sources confirm he’s in Italy, enduring some punishment from Mafioso. You should-“

My mafia husband, Vincent Santoro, was born a monster, incapable of loving anyone. But one day, I discovered he was hiding a ‘forbidden fruit’. A girl from the slums, Claire Murphy. Scarred by life, yet as beautiful as a wildflower growing through concrete. For a man who'd waded through blood his whole life, she was a fatal attraction he never saw coming. He thought he'd covered his tracks. He was wrong. At the Santoro family's annual dinner, I confronted him about Claire, tears streaking down my face.

Azazel instructed and started to walk down the sidewalk, Daniel in tow. “Now prophecy starts out by saying that two sets of twins will be the world’s undoing,” Azazel begins. “Now pay attention, this is the only time someone will explain it to you. The twins are special, one set Nephilim, born of an Archangel in this case Gabriel and a human, and one set Cambion, born of a high ranking demon, in this case me, and a human, Abigail.” Azazel kept talking, Daniel was doing his best to understand. “Next thing it says is that the mothers soul of the twins she bore will be sent to either heaven or hell based solely on who can influence it the most. Both sides should have at least one mother or the

"Well, there is this thing when, sometimes, really rarely, you can be granted the second chance soulmate. But I haven't seen it in my lifetime." “Second chance soulmate?” Thalia repeats, tilting her head like she’s not sure she heard me right. I nod, slowly, watching the bubbles rise in my glass as if the truth were floating somewhere in between them. “Yeah. When the bond breaks, by death, by choice, by force...the Moon Goddess can, in rare cases, offer a second thread. A new bond.” “And that’s supposed to make it better?” she asks, voice softer now. “Make up for the loss?”