Omertà Novels & Stories

Chapter 65 The next day, the family went out for a walk right after breakfast. Clara kept making excited signs, asking if they were going to see “more sea” or “little white houses.” Théo and Luna, in their double strollers, looked around curiously at everything. They walked through the narrow streets of Oia, stopped to take pictures in front of the blue-domed churches, and bought gelato for Clara. Rafael pushed one of the strollers and held Maitê’s hand. From time to time, he would stop to kiss her shoulder or her forehead affectionately.

Another huff with a roll of his eyes and he squatted down in front of me, setting the other bottle down and twisting the top from the Powerade. “Drink this, or I’ll make you drink it.” I stared at the bottle, unable to respond. For some reason I couldn’t shake it off. I’d been stupid to think that my fate was so far from Elio’s. Ella Delgado was a nobody who wouldn’t be missed if she were killed or sold as a sex slave. Fire burned my skin, and I drew in a hissing breath of surprise. Domenico’s hand rested on my neck, thumb moving across my jaw, tilting my head back.

she gasped. Thing is, while she had seen a picture before, her mind was still completely blown when she saw the building that was Ricardo DiSanto's place of residence in real life. Astrodomo de DiSanto, the locals called it; and an apt name too because the building was actually a large glass dome in the sky, vividly reflecting the red hue of the setting sun on the ground like something out of a sci-fi movie.

Dominico's matte gray SUV. I don't know where exactly we're going. I just know we're heading northeast. “Dom.” “What?” he says without even glancing my way. “Are we going to Milan?” “No. Trento.” “Trento?” Whoa. That's about four hours away. I've never been there. It's a cold city known for old castles, museums, beautiful mountain peaks and lake views, and for being the third largest Italian city in the Alps. “My friend owns a private property there.”

‘regards to him-‘ She read in her mind what he’d dared to say. “Mum-“ Zach interrupted her thinking. “What?” She responded at the clasp of her attention. “there’s a party tonight and i want to go. With a friend” He stammered weirdly, whilst his mum arched her brows at this development. They’d only been in Paris for three weeks and earlier today, she’d found him smiling at the walls, she knew it was a girl- -but she thought it was a girl from school, that the love capital of the world was in action, unbeknownst to her that it was one, they both couldn’t see- Irene. Katharina Stones, her real name.

He scrunched his face, grabbing unto his chest to feign pain, "ow! You've hurt my fragile heart. Here I was, thinking your stony heart would never open up to anyone ever again. Care to tell me who she is?" Damien growled, his eyes shut tight and the red in his irises burned ominiously, "the smell of her fear is exquisite, I'd have really enjoyed this if this was one of those years I'd loved the hunt. Then there's also that scent I cannot really put my hands on. It's unlike anything I've ever felt in all my years of living. Tell me Marcellus, what is that scent she wears?" "Urgh!" Marcellus grunted when the silver burned deeper into his forehead. He panted. "Why don't you tell me how you foun

I can only assume this was Hail’s passive-aggressive way of punishing me and giving the cupcake protection because it’s my house sigil on the crest around her neck. Not my clan, Dracule, but house Vlademyre’s brand in the silver metal plate. One Hail didn’t bother to have her leave out to avoid this situation. Ally, enemy, kid. Doesn’t really matter at this point because all of them harassed someone under my protection. The immediate jump back as his heart lands with his body, comes with stark recognition as I lift our new servant into my arms. At least from them. Cupcake, on the other hand, has no clue what just happened.

I asked Damien, whose arm was still linked with Rose in a sick motherly fashion. "Aomine Industries is a Japanese company that has a merger with Renaissance, Aomine roughly translates to Blue Mountain Peak," He answered. "Look, Isabella, you learnt something new today," Natalia sarcastically proclaimed, her eyes still fixated on her phone and her thumb moving rapidly over the screen. "We are landing in two minutes, please fasten your seat belts," The air hostess announced. We all obliged and in a few minutes we were on in a black Chevrolet SUV speeding down the hot busy streets of Greece.

Gabriel immediately stood. "Location?" Leon shook his head. "Blocked." Dante folded his arms. "Not entirely." Everyone looked at him. Dante pointed toward the background. A rusted metal sign appeared behind Elena. Only part of it was visible. Most of the letters were hidden. But not all. Leon zoomed in. The image became blurry. Yet a few words remained readable. ...PORTO... Antonio frowned. "A port." Salvatore nodded. "There are thousands." "Not in Sicily."

"I see you're wearing my jersey... Looks perfect on you." I want to say something but I remember just how that will give Dax the ticket to spoiling my mood and making this game the worst choice I've ever made. I can't give him that much power. So I stay silent. Josh doesn't say a word. He just waves and forces a smile. The game finally starts. LIVERTON VS MAN UNITED. Trent Aston and his other teammates enter the pitch holding babies. I see the black-haired tattooed Firmino guy walk behind Trent.