Marcus Lopez Deadly Class Novels & Stories

Beads of sweat run down his forehead, and he’s turned pale. “When they were talking in the courtyard…” He licks his lips. “I heard something I didn’t understand then, but I do now.” “What? What is it?” And does he seriously think we have time to stop and have a conversation right now? The new wave of Silver Hunters is probably already in the main building. They’ll reach the pool house in no time at all, and I don’t have what it takes to defeat that many of them. “It’s an old relic.” Alec grabs my shoulder. “It’s all powerful. If they get their hands on it, nothing can stop them. I thought… I thought it was just a legend, that it wasn’t real.”

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.”

“You will speak when spoken to, boy.” Lorenzo spat blood at the floor, smirking through the pain. “Guess that’s a no, then.” “Shut up,” Mateo hissed. But Ricardo ignored their bickering. His eyes narrowed on Mateo. “Useful, you say? Convince me.” Mateo’s breath came slowly, deliberately. “I know the De Lucas. Their movements, their safehouses, their weaknesses. Kill me, and you lose all of it. Keep me, and I’ll give you victory.”

After strolling for a moment, Lucas noticed that there was a group composed of tens of Mad Ox Dark Race beings and hundreds of zombies. Lucas had no intention to fuse more zombies. His only motive was to carry out a massacre. He, Lucas York, was a crazy man!

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.

He went berserk and tried to hunt Lily down for payback, but her new boyfriend's goons beat him to a pulp and tossed him onto the curb. That was my cue. I swooped in and took over Julian's company without breaking a sweat. Frankly speaking, I was always the superior leader. If I had not been so blinded by love in my past life, unable to see what a total piece of trash he was, I never would have ended up dead the first time around. I threw myself into work after that and forgot all about Julian. However, two weeks later, a gruesome story hit the news. Some middle-aged guy broke into a woman's apartment in the middle of the night, tortured her to death, and then dove off the thirteenth-floor b