Nozel Silva Novels & Stories

they nod. Elias presses the blade's tip to my skin; pain erupts in my shin, my body wanting to jerk in reaction, but heavy hands hold my weakened body down. I scream in pure agony as the blade drags down, slicing through the top layer of my skin. Black spots dance across my vision, my stomach knotting, my body trying to convulse, but the firm hold not allowing it. My head rolls back, my shoulders rising to meet my ears, my breath stuck in my throat, my eyes locked on Kysons adam apple above me. I watch as it bobs, just slightly with each breath he takes; I focus on it, trying to ignore the feeling of being carved alive. I last remember the black spots growing together to form a veil.

“But it seems to me that she is carrying an Alpha blood.” “You…” “Alpha Dante D’Angelo, my mate, Valerie Morozov.” He said, looking down at me. “Put the knife down, Valerie. You are going to end up hurting more than just yourself with these stupid reflexes that you’re having…”

“Regardless of what you telling me, it's not going to leave this bedroom.” “These walls have ears, and if you think that anything that you say is not known to others, you are very wrong. This place is not a place for you to mess around or to think that you have the privacy or the silence or solitude. Everything they you say is heard. Every move that you make is calculated and one mistake can end up being fatal.” She said, almost like a warning. But then she chose to continue. “The war. His father. The betrayal. This place. Take your pick. Nolan’s always been... composed, sharp, focused, but he used to be human under all of that. Now? I’m not sure he even remembers what softness feels like. I

He’d served his purpose. Vittorio clutched his bleeding shoulder, dragged himself across the gravel toward the treeline, heart pounding, rage boiling in his gut. Silvio was dead. His legacy, gone. But he wasn’t. Not yet. He’d claw his way back, and when he did, every single De Luca…and that bastard Noel…would drown in it. Inside the Saturn vehicle, silence hummed like electricity. Noel sat pressed against the window, jaw clenched, trying to control the shaking in his hands. His ears still rang with gunfire.

Vincent repeated, still not wanting to introduce his friend. Anderson felt that Vincent was denying it, so he took his steps instead. "What's your name? Let me introduce myself. My name is Anderson Silva, and I am the CEO of Horus Tech Corporation and the boss of your friend, David Clyde." Anderson stretched his hand to Grace. It made Vincent gasp in surprise at his recklessness. Meanwhile, Grace was confused, frowned, and turned to Vincent.

He is cursed in this matter. He was frustrated so he grabbed his mobile phone and sent a DM to the person whom he remembered just now. "Up,kitten?" He waited. A minute, 5 minutes, 10 minutes. But no reply. "Ugh." He threw the phone away and exactly at that moment the notification of the phone made him run faster than Usain Bolt. Attraction towards someone whom you never met, whom you never saw, isn't it unusual and unexpected? Especially when it comes to the mighty Zion Black Knight?

asked that woman couldn't believe it. "Mrs. Zoe ... she d-dies." Gladys stammered. "Geez!" Mr. Retter brushed his hair roughly. His head hurt thinking about it. Noah has used his powers. It meant that his brother would soon find out about their whereabouts. "I had to use my powers, Dad. I can't just keep quiet to see them hurt. Moreover, Gladys. I can't just be silent! I'm sorry ... I have no regrets about what I did to defend my sister. But I'm so sorry because it caused you problems." said Noah as if he knew what Mr. Retter was thinking.

The veins in his hand darkened, spreading up his arm like creeping vines, his lips parted in agony. Elizabeth’s eyes widened in horror as she instantly turned to Tressa and pleaded her “Stop it! Please…Stop…” Liam moved too, but Silva shifted, pressing his blade against Liam’s already wounded side, halting him in his tracks “I wouldn’t,” Silva murmured as he pointed in Elena and Alisha’s direction where his other knights pointed their blades at them. “I don’t think you want her to get hurt… do you?” Silva said, his voice was calm but the amusement in his eyes betrayed him. He was enjoying this.

Brandon wanted to say that he wanted to continue the fight, but Taylor was one step ahead of him, “Silva wins the first round.” Silva turned and walked back. Clinton hurried to meet him. “Thank you, Silva!” Clinton said with a smile. “Zimmerman, I have done what I promised you, and I hope you will do so too,” Silva said. “Don’t worry, Silva. I am a man of my word,” Clinton promised. Silva did not say anything. Instead, he went to find a place to sit down. He had expended a lot of his energy in the battle just now. After all, both of them were pretty strong. He could only win by luck after catching his opponent off guard.

"And neither should I, it's better if I don't see your awful face near my family or I again, leave " "With all due pleasure," Tito said with a lour. He walks away from there, Noello watches him leave, he turns his back to his grandma and wipes away the tear that drops. Signora Ginvera walks to him and touches his smooth hair. "Noelle will be fine, I believe in that" She smiles sadly and strokes his hair. ***** Silicon groups *** Enzo puts some alcohol close to her nostrils and Fiorella sniffs. Laura is still fanning her with a book, they've been trying to revive her.