Petrelli Heroes Novels & Stories

She sat down on the side, behind Piers, hand on his shoulder, kneading his tight muscles. “What’s up?” she drawled in her throaty voice, her eyes fixed on Phillippe. The Capo sighed, he was a large man with black hair tied back in a ponytail, a hairstyle his baby daughter thoroughly approved of; she used to tug at his hair and giggle when he pretended to yelp in pain. Now he met Hila’s direct gaze and said, “There’s word on the street, Perez is stirring.” Hila did not flinch. She had also heard that Gabriela was looking to settle scores. The woman was enraged at the part played by her former lover, Lucien Delano and that of O’Grady and St Just, who had brought down her sex trafficking networ

he whispered. "I know, I knew you wouldn't do anything to hurt me." I looked up at him. "Can I at least hug you? I miss you." I nodded yes, he pulled me to him hugging me gently. I kind of half hugged him. Out of nowhere, a feral growl made me freeze. I turned just in time to see Arrow lunge forward. He tackled Darren knocking him to the ground before raining punches into his face. A sickening crack echoed through the air as he broke Darren's nose.

Even the most subtle of revenge is so fucking delicious. The bid reaches twenty million dollars. Twenty fucking million. At this point, the pendant itself has become irrelevant. This is no longer a competition over a piece of historically significant jewelry. Cleopatra would have probably enjoyed this spectacle, far more than the bidding itself. It has become an inglorious war between egos. A contest to determine whose pride is larger. James is clearly having the time of his life tormenting Mark, while Mark appears determined to bankrupt himself before admitting defeat. Because losing this to him feels like losing to James and that is what irks him the most. Especially, when I might have sug

Romantic! I admired them before reading the little white card that was tucked between two roses."For my Maid of Honour."I smiled, but that quickly turned to a sigh. At least I can always rely on Carmen to get me flowers. It's sweet of her. Mason walked out of the master suite holding Penelope."Who are they from?" "From a secret admirer. Are you jealous?"I joked. "No, I'm not jealous. I've no reason to be."He put Penelope down and picked up a suitcase. "Whoever they're from they clearly don't know you."

He put his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. His warmth enveloped me, and I felt safe. “Soon. The Mancinis don’t know we’re onto them. They’re too busy looking for you, trying to weaken my hold on Italy.” Hearing a name for the people who’d sent me a severed hand made my blood run cold. “The Mancinis?” He nodded. “A smaller family that worked with the Marianos. We’re sure it’s them. Some of the victims identified members. They’re small, but they have blackmail on many powerful men. It won’t be easy to get rid of them. A war is imminent.”

This was about survival. We stepped inside, immediately swallowed by a crowd of bodies pressed together, shouting and jeering at the fighters in the pit below. Helios leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Stay close.” I rolled my eyes but obeyed. We pushed through the crowd, searching for our informant—a man named Matteo, a low-level smuggler with ties to the Moretti family. We found him near the betting table, a greasy smile spreading across his face when he saw us.