Making Fiends Vendetta Novels & Stories

Half an hour? By now, the fire was raging hotter than ever, and from under the hood came a second muffled explosion. I knew perfectly well this car wouldn’t last ten more minutes. Inside the smoke-filled car, I heard my own hoarse voice saying, “Thomas… you really want me dead?” A light, mocking laugh came through the comms. “One life to secure Mandy’s future. Doesn’t sound like a bad trade, does it? “Come on, pretty racer, the cameras are all on you.”

My gaze was sharp enough to send chills down anyone's spine. "And that alone is enough for me." The man stared at me in horror. For the first time, he realized the rumors were true. I was a devil in human skin... a heartless, merciless predator. And once I decided someone was a threat, they either disappeared... or learned to live in fear. I walked back to the couch and sat down. "Take him out of my sight." My voice carried irritation while my expression was indifferent. The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man.

He looked down at the bowl he was just eating, " The Renegades are now being controlled by me, original it was supposed to be the two of us, but you took our parents death too hard, so I took on the mantle of being the boss until I could someday tell you, our group deals with the selling of weapons and money laundering, we use the casino's we have as a front door our business, we pay the players using fake money and while they pay to play with real money, by the time they get the money to their Bank and back out into the world, it would have traded hands for quite some time meaning the trail is dead, that way it would never lead back to us." *Yoshiki* Yoshiki was shocked for quite some time,

Faye Maria Antonio Castillo is no ordinary girl. Born into the infamous Royal Mafia, she possesses a captivating beauty, along with a gentle and kind demeanor that masks her true potential. Blessed with everything she desires, there is only one thing missing from her life...Jonathan Ryder.As the sole heir of the KnightRyders, one of the most powerful and ruthless mafia families in America, Jonathan exudes danger and rebellion. He is the epitome of a heartthrob, notorious for his playboy persona and his tight grip on Pendleton High. However, there is a deeper connection that binds him to Faye-Jonathan was once best friends with her brother, Jake Castillo.Since her freshman year, Faye has secr

“I’m not here to negotiate. You had your chance when I made you an offer. You rejected it, just like your father did.” His grip on the sword faltered at the mention of his father. My laughter boomed across the field. “What have you done, Dominus?” His voice dropped low, heavy with fury. “You should be asking what your mother has done.” I pointed at her with the tip of my blade. “Stop this madness, please!” Vendetta’s cries shattered the last of her composure. She collapsed to her knees, tears flooded down her face, her eyes blood-red from hours of weeping. “I beg you, stop!” Her words meant nothing. It's already too late to turn back now. “Oakwood, charge!”

The dealer was still holding a gun back at Felton as he tore through the road, already marvelling about his endearing escape when a whooshing sound emanated followed by what appeared to be pink lightning and a woman dressed in pink was suddenly riding shotgun with him. "Ah, shit! Pink Projectile!" he cursed, quickly pointing the gun at her and opening fire. It was Carol. She grabbed at the incoming bullets emptied from the gun like she was picking up groceries until the dealer was then just pulling the trigger and only a clicking sound from an empty gun can out. "I think you're out of ammo," Carol said comically from behind her mask. "I hate that name, by the way. Now...," she added right be

****** Gianna Venditti, the last daughter of the leader of the Cartel, had known nothing but love in all the nineteen years of her life, but not until she experienced betrayal, pushing her into the hands of the Devil of Rome, Zayne Xavier. Not recognizing who she is, he takes her in, and all goes well until disaster strikes. Will she be able to survive the sea of pain and hate from a man whose favorite color is blood and who also has her life in his hands? For when she dines with this devil, even a long spoon won't help her.

He answers, his voice trembling. "Boss?" Vetta repeats and struggles to her feet. Her standing gives me a better view of what she looks like. She's small for someone who causes so much trouble. Tiny even, like a doll. Her full height barely reaches my chest. She looks so fragile, like she would crush under the lightest pressure. I"m overwhelmed with the urge to see her face. "Remove their blindfolds." I order, and Dominguez does, starting with the littlest one. She looks calm, but her deathly grip on a small teddy bear gives her fear away. Delgado looks solemn. Like a sheep about to be slaughtered. But her. She stands straighter, defiance in her eyes, but her whole body trembles. Men in her

I closed the door slowly as she faded from my sight. I gave myself a splash to rinse the blood and pressure on my face before throwing my clothes away to take a slumber at last. My master suddenly contacted me while I caress my skin on a blanket and then I get up after I accepted the buzz. CapWolf: Good evening Wilson, I heard you met the Terracotta so how's the business doing? Jonathan: They're Vendetta, taking vengeance from South Harbor before we move in. CapWolf: Mafias and gangs are now commencing their guns to be loaded for more prosperity and men Wilson.

Lethal. Two Ash Blades flanked her. One older than war, the other barely twenty. Both would die before letting anyone touch her. And tonight, that was not a poetic thought. It was very possible. Because inside sat the heads of the Red Fan Triad and the Ghost River Syndicate. Enemies to each other. Enemies to her. But Aria didn’t come to ask for peace. She came to buy time. And that, in this world, costs blood or gold. ~~~~~~~~~~ THE DEAL