Marcus Lopez Deadly Class Novels & Stories

she clipped That one word landed differently as Marco’s smile faded for a bit and Sofia saw it. “Ah! There it is, that look” she said softly. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Marco’s gaze hardened. “Don’t I?” she replied. She turned the tablet toward him and the file displayed a series of names. They were all old, powerful and influential names with one name highlighted. Lorenzo De Luca. Another was crossed out. Marked deceased. But underneath it was a second identity, hidden and buried. Marco’s jaw tightened and was the first real crack she had been waiting for.

Mark became so comfortable and confident that he began rhythmically nodding his head to the club dj's Latin hip-hop mash-up of Daddy Yankee, De La Ghetto and Vico C. There was a sinister reason behind why 2Pac wasn’t fighting back. He was scanning Mark’s suit to see if he could find any integrity violations. The metal soldier went through his database of past prisoners he executed, and he searched for the cleanest and most efficient way to kill Mark.

Silence engulfs them. Stephen’s face hardens. “Is it—?” Another warrior kneels, his nose lowering to the bone. He inhales deeply, then looks up. His expression is grim. “It’s his.” The words land like a blow. The warriors shift uneasily, waiting for their Alpha’s response. Marco stares at the bone, at the shredded fabric in Stephen’s grip. His mind races, but the answer is already clear. Lowell is dead or so they think. The bullet dries off the blood of a Lycan in madness, it was specifically made for a Lycan who ends up falling into madness and resisting restraints.

I walk toward the door, my gun pointed straight ahead, ready for him. Just as Mariano steps out in his silk bathrobe, a look of annoyance on his face, he begins to speak. “Who the hell is that...Dante—” I cut him off, my speed a blur. I grab him by the collar, the slick silk twisting in my fist. He stumbles, the surprise on his face quickly replaced by fear. I use the butt of the gun to his head, a sharp, metallic thud, then press the cold barrel against his temple. His guards tense, but they freeze. One wrong move, and their boss is dead. He knows it. I know it.

“That was only going to kill him. Maybe parts of you, but only small parts. Tiny little parts that would have also rejoiced in the bloodshed. Sure, Sweet Marie would have died, but Bloodthirsty Marie would have been born. And it would have been something . . . desirable. Something you wanted. Like putting your jaws to a bleeding throat. But this? This will kill all of you. It will kill your soul.” “I don’t care about my soul. I want to know if it will work.” “Don’t do it. Please don’t do it.” If he carried storms in his eyes, she carried desolation in hers. “Don’t you understand that I’m already dead?” “Marie.” “What else can be taken from me? You tell me that. What else can they take?” Lyle

"So my suspicions were true. Fair enough. But Mariano didn't kill Marco. I did." Holy Moses. "Yeah but he's being held responsible for it. And there's another shocking fact." "What is it?" "Mariano is not a Lorenzo. He's a Del Valle." Oh my God. When I was young, I heard rumors about a certain Del Valle who murdered an entire family consisting of an husband, wife and four children. They were one of the most ruthless and the most dangerous family that has ever existed on earth, forcefully ascertaining rights and killing anyone that stands in their way.

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

"Sorry, Lucy. This is our agenda." "But, didn't you-mmm!!!!" Zerikyu quickly covered Lucy's mouth. "Please enjoy," he said with a grin. Zerikyu dragged Lucy in, exuding a genuine sense of relief. This challenging opening certainly hasn't even touched upon the intrigue ahead. The tip of the iceberg pyramid reveals my goal as 'cupid' for Tiger and Lucy: breaking the chains of the Amandeus organization, and living entirely in my own hands. However, something deep beneath the dark pyramid, elusive and unfamiliar, continues to roar in my heart.