Nozel Silva Mga Nobela at Kwento

"The one in the back of the freezer. The new version of the limited edition one from that shop you won't tell anyone about. I've seen you, Lorenzo — eleven o'clock at night, standing at the sink, eating it straight from the container thinking no one is awake." "I was—" He stops. His jaw shifts. "That was one time." "It was four times in Singapore alone." Noir makes a sound in his armchair that is definitely a laugh being held inside very tightly. Silas has both hands over his mouth, shoulders shaking. Lorenzo reaches over, takes the box from Silas's hand with great dignity, and closes it. "You're going too far," he says. "Lorenzo." "It's a specific flavour. The shop only makes a limited—"

Damian entered first, followed by two men dressed in black. They moved silently, each step measured, their heads bowed slightly in respect "Don Silvio" Damian greeted Silvio stood up, his gaze cold and unwavering. He walked toward them and gestured to the lifeless body on the floor. "Get rid of it" he said “And leave no trace” The men nodded silently and got to work. Silvio turned to Elena "Take him home" he said, jerking his head toward Tiziano "Don't let him drive."

Bryson said as he struggled to stand on his feet. I helped him up. I tried to remember all that happened at the club, but I didn't remember a single thing. It was crazy. “I guess Mexico’s booze hit differently, yeah?” Bryson nodded, and then we carefully walked to the sitting room. We saw Silva peacefully sleeping on the couch. I woke him up, and he looked drained too. “Silva, what the fuck happened last night?” “Fuck, where am I? My head is going to fall, please don't let it drop..”

Holding my breath, I waited as small growls escaped Silas and his body began to shake. Was what I was doing working? Was he trying to fight his way back? I could only hope that was what was happening. No, I would trust it was. ‘Silas,’ I murmured tentatively through mindlink. ‘You’re there, right?’ ‘Len…’ Silas’ weak voice responded, sending waves of relief through me. ‘Nox.’ ‘That’s right.’ I responded, ‘It’s me.’ ‘Mmmm.’ Slowly, I felt Silas’ claws beginning to retract until they were no longer cutting into my skin.

I trailed off, grunting as I pulled myself into a sitting position. “Yeah.” Enzo’s throat bobbed. “Yeah, he is. Fuck.” He didn’t move. He just kept standing there, Samael dangling limply from his clenched hands. His jaw went slack, his bared teeth being covered by lips. “Enzo…” I breathed.

Aguilar: “Did you call for Daniel?” I asked, asking about my son. My beta, Ezio, smiled and nodded. “He should be on the way, Alpha. We have already sent orders for them to be brought here from Moscow.” Ezio said, and I nodded, looking out the window of the office that was now my own. “Good, I have missed him terribly.” I said, and Ezio smiled. “Both he and Luna Ella have missed you too. You know, she has been waiting for your call and would be anxious to see you when she is back.” He said, and I nodded, not saying a word at the mention of my first Luna. The mother of my eldest son.

"Shut up, si, puttana?" I nodded, falling silent, before the ping sound of Candy Crush reverberated through the car. "Hey, Alessandro?" I asked nervously. It wasn't my fault I was suddenly talkative, okay? I wanted to bite my tongue off, but I just couldn’t shut up for some reason. "What level are you on?" The other man chuckled deeply at that. "Oh, I hope Don keeps her. She's fun." "Who's Don?" I asked. "Seven eighty-three." Alessandro said.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.