Making Fiends Charlotte And Vendetta Novels & Stories

I immediately curled up into half to protect my stomach, as the guards began thumping their heavy boots on me, kicking me, “Please, no, stop, don’t hit me.” “When I’m done with him, you lots can have fun with his dead body and feed his flesh to the haunt dogs,” Charlotte pulled out a dagger from her handbag, the silver blade catching the light, her tone filled with poison. “Because I’m going to have fun cutting you into pieces for every humiliation, for the ruins you brought to my family, for every betrayal, for every pain you have caused me, for every tear I have shed because of you! And for just existing. You should have just died when your brother tried to kill you! You should have disapp

Jaxon’s jaw twitched in what I suspected to be restraint, as he took a step back from me and dipped his head in slight curtsy, averting his face from my face. “Meanwhile,” I continued, nodding in the direction of the Argentina hunger, “I’ll go to Argentina with him. Follow up the trails he found there. One out of the two has to be Seraphina.” I paused, running my gaze from one face to the other. “We leave at first light of dawn.” The bounty hunters were dismissed after they were paid the first percentage of their fees, including the third one that didn’t yield any result, and after they left, Jaxon never returned to the study.

Chapter 22 — The Devil's Welcome The night air split with the sound of gunfire. A convoy of blacked-out SUVs sped through the outskirts of Palermo, tires screeching across gravel and cracked tar. Inside the lead vehicle, Don Victor Valente sipped quietly from a glass tumbler of aged bourbon, his cold eyes fixed on the darkness ahead. Until headlights blinded them. Metal clashed. Tires exploded. Men shouted. The convoy was ambushed.

I had just graduated summa cum laude from MIT, so I took the quickest flight back to New Orleans to celebrate with my family. I barged into my dad's office with a smile on my face, just to be met with an inconceivable scene, my dad's best friend, Robert Alonso, plunging his claws into my dad's throat. Blood spilled over from the severed veins, soaking his shirt. I watched in horror as he choked on his blood with shock still plastered on his face, and it all happened within a second. Fury darkened the edges of my vision, and my body acted on its own. I pounced on Mr.Robert and used my blade laced with wolfsbane to give a fatal cut across his stomach and legs.

Jason got up and followed after me. His huge, towering shadow kept appearing at my feet. When we reached a corner, he suddenly pushed me against it. I dropped the pills and water glass in my hands, causing them to smash onto the ground. "Hazel, let's strike a deal. I'll kick Brianna out of the door as soon as she's given birth. You can then take her place. What do you think?" I raised an eyebrow. "I am your father's wife. Your line of thinking is very unethical."

she demanded, practically bouncing in her seat. I studied her face, trying to understand this strange reaction. "Maybe a bit more violent than a killer? Mercenary or something? Bounty hunter? I don't know the details." I shrugged. "He used to hang out in the Western Territories, but he's now permanently based on neutral waters. Pack allegiance unclear." Charlotte began stomping her feet excitedly. "Ah! Really? So cool!" I shook my head in disbelief. "...You might be sick." Without warning, Charlotte leaped from her seat and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me violently. "What? You're saying I look good today? I think so too!"

Helen:- "Do you think our plan worked? Do you think it is going to cause a feud or a war between the vampires and the demons?" Sienna asked after we came to know that the matter ok killing and raping the vampire teenage girls have been reached to both the kings. " Let's just wait and watch. I hope this works out because according to what information I have received Charlotte has killed Fernando who was working for me in that palace. I underestimated Charlotte. She is smarter than I thought. According to my guess, she already knows that it has something to do with me and you and won't stop until she find out some evidence so for a few months we have to stay quiet and act really carefully so w

"I'll find a way to bring him down, once and for all." As he plotted his next move, a figure emerged from the shadows, a glint of malice gleaming in her eyes. "Need a little help, Anderson?" she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed deceit. Anderson's lips twisted into a cruel smirk as he recognized the newcomer. "Charlotte," he greeted her with a nod, his tone laced with malicious intent. "What do you have in mind?" Charlotte sauntered closer, her movements like that of a predatory cat stalking its prey. "I've been doing a little digging into Marvis and Jace's past," she revealed, her voice low and conspiratorial. "And let's just say, I found some... interesting information."

“Now listen to me, Damien Vance, because I will not repeat myself twice. If you think Elena Carter is some soft, scared, bird-brained blonde bimbo, think again. That Elena is gone. Dead and buried. So don’t you ever, in your life, dare to threaten me, not with the contract, not with jail. Or else.” My eyes turned devilish. “The same way I’m going after Charlotte and Adrian,” I said, letting out a sweet chuckle that was anything but. “Is the same way I’ll come for you. So do well to remember that. You don’t want to get on my bad side.

How much does Charlotte know? "Are you even listening to me?" Her voice slides into my thoughts. I smile and give a slight nod. Suddenly... A sharp, splitting pain hits me directly in the forehead. Like needles pricking and grinding endlessly into my skull. I blink hard to force my mutile sensors to shut down. Someone’s tryin’ to get through the barrier using my mutility. There's only one smartass in Spargia who's that powerful, asides Father. Marquis. The conniving bastard.