Mannfred Von Carstein Novels & Stories

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

I needed to sit in on his meetings with him to gather information and direction for Charlotte, butI had to make it seem like I was reluctant so he wouldn't suspect me. I may have been able to distract Manuel from giving his full attention to the leadership which was assigned to him with the little feelings and the sex that we had all the time, but I would have been a fool if I didn't know that I still had to be wary of him. Manuel was smarter than any soldier I had ever met. It was part of what made him the strongest one of us, and the First Commander under Vincenzo. However, through many years of working with him and getting to know everything about him, I had found a weakness in his person

The detective replied. Anatoly clenched his jaw. The German mafia were one of their most prominent enemies. Their leader, Otto Karsel was Anatoly's nemesis and archenemy. Anatoly had once killed his younger brother, Karl years back after he had not only infiltrated his cartel but had tried to ruin them from the inside so that Otto could conquer Russia.

Then a fitting black leather shoes to match. All these while, Maxwell felt his inner wolf suggesting what to wear but as usual he had always shut him off. In his words, “You don’t suppose to know more than I do, do you? Now, stay calm and watch me do this like the upper man that I am.” His wolf would just growl and snap back to silence. 5:30pm At exactly five’ thirty pm, Maxwell was all dolled up and ready to hit the road. Expensive perfumes and deodorant oozed richly from his body that the female servants kept gushing as he walked to his car. He got in and drove off.

He took me out for the first McDonald's of my life, then to a hospital to treat the burn, then dropped me off at a school. Then he took an envelope out of his coat pocket and tucked it under the bottom of the paper bag. “Don’t let anyone else write your story,” he said. I counted the money in that envelope later. Eighty thousand dollars. A stranger gave a girl crouched on a bridge railing eighty thousand dollars. Back then, in my eyes, he was a god. Four years later, the Holts told me the man I was being sent to was named Lucian von Karstein. The youngest vampire noble in the north, heir to House Karstein.

Nicole was confused about why Karlo would appear in Lanningbourg and beat people to death. 'He was the commander of Hustuaburg, and it's practically taboo to go to a foreign country. On top of that, he wasn't wearing his uniform. That means that his trip to Lanningbourg was a secret and done of his own accord.'

He was shocked too but after a second, he went back to his normal state. He approached his office chair and sat. He looked at me then smirked. "What a small world Clark Clarkson..." "Penniless?" he mocked and chuckled while staring at my face. The man in front of me was no other than Mr. Montenegro. The man who was chasing Magda before in the club. The day I saved Magda from him. I remembered the words I said, like threatening him to pull out his shares in our car company. I shut my eyes and then open them again.

I argued. He smiled and nodded. "I'm afraid your brother isn't who you thought he was," he said. "When he learned the truth, he couldn't help but want what we had to offer." "What truth?" I asked him. He looked at me dead in the eyes. "That your grandfather isn't Otto Müller," he said. "His real name is Wilhelm Goebel. He was the European aid to Cain's father. Your grandfather was a very powerful Lycanthrope with a lot of an influence."

He had just fought days before, and he was still pretty roughed up, fresh bruises still swollen and tender, but it did not stop him from coming up on top. But it only added to my worrying, Uncle Fred wanted him to see what he was doing. He was just trying to tire him out so he could give up. And with good reason, because I'm still feeling pretty sketchy about this new uncle of his. There is just something really suspicious about him that I do not like. He's got this perverted way of looking at girls, and he talks down on people. He reminds me so much of Craig. Same narcissistic behavior.

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.