Mmx Vile Novels & Stories

"Right? He used to be so smart. And then suddenly he's quoting Rilke in the rain and talking about how Adrian sees through time." A soft laugh. "I heard he carved their initials into his mirror." "No. That's not—" "I saw it." The second girl shivered audibly. "That's so cult behavior." "They're not a cult," the first one said, quieter now. "They're just... not normal. Too close. Too in sync. Like you're not dating one of them — you're dating both, even when you're only sleeping with one. They don't separate. Ever." "You think they do that on purpose?"

OZZY’S POV “There’s a reason for that,” I said at last, not looking at him but at the empty blackboard behind him. “My… past isn’t like most people’s. And my mother… my mother was **Visha**.” Ahvi's eyes became wide open while he momentarily stopped crying. No one whispered the name **Visha** in this town. The name **Visha** appeared etched into this location's foundations and it remained present after five years. **They all knew the story. The legend. The horror. **

Then everyone in the room prepares to sing: ♫Ametlles i torró (almonds and torrones) no caguis arangades (do not shit herring) que són massa salades (Because they are very salty) caga torrons ( Shit torrones) que són més bons (that are better) Caga tió ( Shit Tió) ametlles i torró (almonds and torrones) si no vols cagar (if you don’t shit be,) et donaré un cop de bastó (I’ll give you a whack)

I could hear Volkov yelling and swearing angrily and I almost burst out laughing. “No!” his men replied in unison and I rolled my eyes. “Get them! I don’t give a fuck what you have to do. Those fucker dies. You can kill every fucking one of them.” Volkov yelled in English mixed with Russian. We moved behind a large pile of cement bags. Thank goodness the rooms were pretty much done. The walls gave us more cover as we moved about. I glanced over at Marcelo as he grabbed a long metal off the floor, flexing his shoulders to see if he could make use of the weapon with his bad shoulder that must still hurt as bitch.

Chapter: 26. ****** A relief sigh escaped all five mouths when the rumbling stopped and the stones parted to reveal what looked like an old study room. A few of the bookcases have been overturned, and their contents are strewn across the dirty room. A smoking corpse lies in a black circle filling the room with its horrid stench. Mikey carried his lover and walked over into the strange open room that looked like a dungeon with different torture devices neatly lined out on both sides of the walls.

She waved her hand in an exaggerating manner, "I'd like you guys to get your horny selves out of my office or I'd have security throw you both out." Without a word, they both left her office, she sighed and looked up to find Khairatu looking at her. "And what the hell are you looking at? Scratch, scramble. Get the fuck out!" The girl practically ran out of the office, Munawarrah plunged herself into work and successfully avoided thinking about some certain man. She was in her library reading a book on plasmodium, it had hurt her a lot that her first experiment had gone utterly wrong. Plasmodyl was her first trial at producing a malaria drug, even any drug and the outcome had ended up disastr

The release date for VIREXIN was just days away. After that fire, Raina hadn’t seen Mireille again. Most likely, Mireille still didn’t know that Mr. Shaw and the others hadn’t actually died in the blaze. The fire. The underground lab. The VIREXIN. Those walls covered in writing. The claw marks… After a long pause, Raina said firmly: “The VIREXIN cannot be allowed to hit the market!” ***

Lucien motioned to Matteo. "Scan it." Matteo knelt beside the case, ran a handheld device across the metal. "No traps. Triple encrypted. Same tech Vale's using on his forward base servers." "That gives us a path," Vincenzo said. Lucien glanced at Marren. "How long before Vale expects you to report back?" Marren shrugged. "Depends. Sometimes he checks. Sometimes he lets you think he forgot. That’s his real trick, letting you wonder if he’s watching."

“You usually delete your ghosts” “I didn’t think you were still alive,” Damien replied evenly. “Alive and very, very expensive,” Maverick replied with a wink. “So tell me… how bad is it if you’re calling me?” Elena crossed her arms. “We want Viper’s network. The deep nodes. Ghost servers. Anything she’s still touching in the dark web”, Maverick’s brows shot up. “You don’t start there, darling. That’s endgame territory”, “This *is* endgame,” I said.

The city was Geneva. Not the sleepy, bureaucratic Geneva of the Alliance facility, but the sleek, moneyed heart of it. Matteo found a place. A modern, glass-and-steel apartment building on a quiet, tree-lined street near the lake. It was secure: a 24-hour doorman, biometric locks, a private underground garage. The apartment itself was on the top floor, all clean lines, pale wood, and floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the slate-gray lake and the distant mountains. It was beautiful. It was sterile. It felt like a very expensive cage.