Novel & Cerita Marcus Lopez Deadly Class

It was smooth, sending a low rumble that commanded authority. A sudden pause occurred, and everyone's eyes darted toward the direction of the command. It was Leonardo Rutherford—one of the deadliest men in the room, a well-known drug lord and magnate. Immediately, the room went cold. The boss silently signaled the bodyguards to release her. "Let's hear your starting price," Leonardo said, his calm voice laced with keen interest. At that moment, Scarlet snatched the rope that held her robe from the bodyguard, using it to hold her robe back.

It was tastefully and elegantly decorated, practically screaming of money. The sound of the door opening caught her attention. And a tall, beefy Caucasian man with cropped blond hair walked out of the room. The thugs immediately stood at attention, dropping their leers and sneers. The blond exchanged a few words with one of the thugs, too fast for Kaia to understand. The only thing she caught is the name the thug addressed the blond which is Lyle. Finally, Lyle turned his gaze to her. Kaia met his eyes, refusing to show fear. One of the few lessons her father had drilled into her was that one should never show fear in the face of adversity. Although being brave in this kind of scenario seem

My husband died in a fire trying to save me, leaving behind a mountain of debt and a newborn child. I worked hard to pay off the debt while raising the child, only to unintentionally discover that my husband hadn’t died at all. Instead, he was sleeping with my cousin. “Honey, you’re so clever. You transferred all the company funds and faked your death, leaving that stupid wife of yours to shoulder all the debt. “She’s so clueless that she doesn’t even realize the son she’s raising isn’t hers, that I swapped him out. Once she’s done paying off the debts, the three of us can live a great life together.”

Loraz Chip said to Lucas with a sweet smile. Lucas nodded. "Then please do a self-introduction." "I'm Lucas York." Lucas said only four words for his self-introduction. Throughout the entire class, Loraz was explaining to the students how chaotic the world was. Naturally, Lucas was not interested to listen to it. "Lucas, you seemed like you're not interested at all." Loraz said to Lucas. Lucas' stunning face remained composed. "Miss Chip, I've killed countless of Dark Races, so, do you think I'll be interested?"

She simply stared at the fire, watching it consume the ghosts of yesterday. Meanwhile, in Budapest, another kind of firestorm was unfolding. Lorenzo crouched behind the marble railing of a rooftop bistro overlooking a private club where De Marco’s captains drank wine and toasted deals carved from blood. He checked the sights of his long-range pistol, his breath steady. Six names. Six men. He didn’t flinch as he moved, one shot, then another, his silencer like a metronome marking judgment. When the fourth fell backward into his plate, the crowd erupted in panic. The other two tried to run, but Lorenzo was faster.

You don't deserve to be one! Lucas' accusations stabbed me right in the heart like a sharp knife. It was right then that the werewolf poison thoroughly infested my heart. I dry-heaved and spat out another mouthful of blood. Werewolves like us usually had self-healing powers, and we could recover from pain and illnesses fairly well on our own. However, I was an Omega, which meant that I was a lot weaker than the others in the pack. Also, I had been poisoned. Death was the only option available.

I signed my name, Elena, with a strange sense of calm. After dying a gruesome death in my past life, I finally saw the truth. This man, the husband I had loved for years, had a heart of stone. He did not love me. He did not love our unborn child. Fine. I was done holding on. I would grant his wish and disappear from his world completely. I shoved the waiver back at the stunned staff member. Ignoring the glint of malice in Lily's eyes, I walked to the edge of the platform. The drop loomed beneath us, a gray abyss.

ANDREA The guys move with sharp precision, their usual relaxed energy replaced by something focused and intense. The garage echoes with the sounds of zippers, the metallic clicks of guns being checked and holstered. Logan and Austin pull weapons from hidden compartments in the wall with practiced efficiency. I swallow hard. I knew they were involved in dangerous work, but seeing it up close is different.

Jose Luis countered, as he clung to the slim hope that would spare him from further consequences. As Efrain prepared to replied to Jose Luis's plea, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted him. Ignacio's voice rang out, filled with alarm. "Marissa, what are you doing here?" Efrain shifted his gaze to Marissa, concern etched across his features, just as Jose Luis seized the opportunity to act. With a sudden movement, he fired his gun, hitting Efrain in the leg and lower stomach. In a swift response, Marcus aimed and fired, hitting Jose Luis's hand that held the gun. Losing his balance, Jose Luis stumbled backward, plummeting off the building with a deafening crash as he hit the ground

“Class four doesn’t pay much. It's usually non-life- threatening like watching over a sick rich guy or chasing off paparazzi. Easy work.” Marcus smirked. “Usually, yes, Leah. But this time's different.” “How?” the man asked. “Because this time you're not just going to protect,” Marcus answered, his smile growing darker. “You're going to kill.”