Maniac Novelas e Histórias

One by one, my enforcers shifted back to human form. The Maniac, now in human form and bound with silver-laced rope, glared my way with undisguised hatred. “The Elders Council will question you before your execution,” I said, my voice cold with authority. “You made a grave mistake the day you made my mate your new target.” I spat. But then the Maniac let out crazed laughter. It was a weak, bitter sound that sent chills racing down my spine. “You fool,” he wheezed, blood trickling from his mouth. “You absolute fools.”

I snap, utterly annoyed and frustrated. "We don't know, boss. The cameras aren't showing anything." He explains, furiously furrowing his eyebrows. "Someone hacked us, it'll take a couple of days to get the footage back." Fuck. My. Life.

She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, turning to the chef. “You heard her, didn’t you?” He asked and the maid nodded, heading back to the open kitchen. Chiara’s gaze flicked to the other man sitting across from Dante. He had black hair, light olive skin and a small black moustache under his nose. He was the only person she knew nothing about. The man, seeming to notice her curious stare, looked up and flashed her a slight grin. “I’m Nico, Dante’s best friend.”

Looking at him now, I knew the answer was no. Marco Mancini hadn't changed a single bit, he was the same man who would cut the brakes on a car just to steal what didn’t belong to him. He was the same man who would sleep with his wife's sister in their own bed. He was a creature of pure, unadulterated selfishness, he would sacrifice the entire world just to keep his own head above water for one more day.

SIARA. Oh fuck. This is it. My thoughts screamed as my chest tightened, my breaths coming in shallow gasps. It’s over. I’m going to die. The man's piercing silver eyes bored into me, unwavering, as if he could see through every lie I'd ever told. My hands shook in my lap, my pulse racing like a cornered animal. Desperation clawed at my throat, and I blurted out, "I'm sorry, but you've got the wrong woman!"

The message was straightforward, leaving no room for ambiguity. Nysaa's plea appeared to have fallen on deaf ears. Mace Sinclair remained the same cold, unrelenting man he had always been. The sparks of animosity still smoldered between them. Nysaa couldn't help but burst into uncontrollable laughter at Mace's cold and dismissive words. Her laughter was hysterical, almost maniacal, as if the absurdity of the situation had finally dawned on her. It was an abrupt shift in her drunken demeanor, and she pouted like a child who had been denied a toy. In her inebriated state, she reached out, as if attempting to touch Mace's cheeks, but the ice-cold glare from him m

The man, consumed by rage, sprinted towards Jacob, screaming at the top of his lungs. “Come on!” Jacob roared. The man dashed towards Jacob with all the speed he gained, and then halfway through his course, the mound he stepped on suddenly collapsed and brought him down together with the leaves. The man wailed in agony. Jacob went over to him and dropped his gaze at the man. Bamboos tore through his body and blood came out from his gaping wound. Jacob crouched and reached down for the man's tactical army knife and holster which he wraps around his waist.

That particular creature had the ability to lead her to crack. “Jesus! Yes, it has to be one of his stupid plans. It was just a sick mind game of his to annoy me and drive me away. Now maybe he is expecting me to quit the job. He must be thinking that he has successfully annoyed the fuck out of me and won the game. But I won’t let it happen. There is no way he is going to win over me. I am not going to quit!" Nandini became determined to not let Manik win, if he was playing with her. NEXT MORNING

Montana I wanted to scream but I couldn't even open my mouth it felt like I was hypnotized, he is Dominican El-Marciano, the son of the unshakable Drug lord, right now I could feel beads of sweat running down from my forehead, my blood stopped running immediately, how did I end up in the house of the Maciano's, I couldn't take it anymore the air-conditioned was on but I am sweating so bad that I started dating myself with my own hand

that the Maintainers called a vulnerability. "Caleb!" I roared within the void. "The system says you’re a scavenger! It says you're a legacy asset! Tell them they’re Out of Date!" Inside the cage, Caleb stopped pounding. He looked at the memories—the gold and silver fire—and his eyes changed. They weren't mirrors anymore. They were human. "I am... White Mane," Caleb whispered, his voice cracking the glass. [CRITICAL_EXCEPTION_DETECTED] [USER_INTERVENTION_OVERRIDING_CORE_LOGIC]