Sander Sides Virgil Novels & Stories

“You’re passionate about your bond, and I respect that. I didn’t mean to disrespect what you have. It’s just… sometimes people don’t understand the depth of things they can’t see.” My expression softened a bit, but the intensity remained. “It’s not just about seeing, it’s about feeling. Virgil and I share something that goes beyond words, beyond what anyone else can comprehend. It’s a connection forged through trials that would break most. So when someone speaks lightly of it, it feels like a personal attack.” “I understand that now,” he replied, sincere in his tone. “I’ll be more mindful in the future. Just know that I’m not your enemy; I want to support you both. I want to understand.”

he grinned and then laughed. "Do you want storytime before you die? Sounds exciting. Hating on Lucius and cursing him with your last breath before you die would be satisfying for me. I would stand right here and lay your corpse in front of me and then tell him that your last words were 'I hate Devine with all my life and I would not forgive him even in the afterlife'. That would be so exciting" Sandro cackled. "Your darling Lucius Devine..." Sandro crouched down in front of me and reached his hand to my face.

"Hmph! I don't care who he is. Anybody who has the guts to offend you is my enemy. Tell me who it is. I'll teach him a lesson for you!" "Yes! I'll do the same! How dare he offend you. He must have a death wish!" Virgil looked much better after he heard what his friends said. With rage twinkling in his eyes, he said, "He's not from Anneshire. He's from Drunham City. Thank you for your offer. I'm sorry for today. I'll buy all of you drinks again after I return from Drunham City."

Wilker se aproximou dele, levantou-lhe a cara, pegou num espelho e colocou-o à frente dos seus olhos. Enquanto isso Wilker lia o meu diário, fazendo chacota de tudo. A seguir, agarrou Sander por trás e colocou o espelho à frente dos dois, esperando que Sander brigasse com ele. Diante da falta de reação de Sander, Wilker começou a atingi-lo com vários golpes. Sander não se defendia, por isso Wilker mandou os colegas segurarem os seus braços e atingiu-o com vários socos a cada leitura que fazia do meu diário.

What is Sander doing here and with that Damien of a guy, did they knew each other since. But Sander's next words made me felt like I have been dipped in ice. "How was life with you mate? Didn't go well huh" he was literally grinning from ear to ear. He stopped above me pulling me up by my long hair, staring at me coldly. "Lilac, Lilac Lilac, did you really thought that I would leave you alone with that rogue alpha?" I shivered...if I thought Sander was an animal before, now he look ruthless and vicious like he could just waste my life any instant.

People ran away from the name of Bonkers and here Sandro was forcing Viso upon himself. Viso sighed and made a cross-sign to his chest After sanitising his hands. "Rest in peace, Sandro Rest in peace!" He said and vowed to kill that son of a bitch, Sandro Moretti!

Evelyn, still chuckling, replied, "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but notice that you've been saved not once but twice by a man named Alexander. I just couldn't resist making the connection." Sophia shook her head, joining in the laughter. "That was just my luck." Sandro, who had been casually walking alongside them, decided to join the banter. "I'm actually half Italian, so my name is spelled with two S's. That way, it'll be easier for you to distinguish between us." Sophia and Evelyn burst into laughter again, the unexpected twist adding to the already vibrant evening. Sandro, with a twinkle in his eye, enjoyed the lighthearted exchange.

“Anything, I swear! Just don’t kill me—please.” Luther smirked, bending down to whisper in his ear. His tone was venomous, soft as silk. “Your sister’s name is Sandra , isn’t it?” Giovanni’s face drained of all color. He froze, his lips trembling. “Ah, so I’m right,” Luther said, pulling back to watch the man crumble. “She’s… beautiful. It would be a shame if something happened to her. You’ll make sure Vicenzo never doubts you… but all the while, you’ll be mine. One word out of place, Giovanni, and Sandra won’t see the sunrise.

Virgil looks up at him with innocent, eager eyes, as if saying, "Yes, I do need you. Can we do something now that we've established this?" As Dean wrestles with these overwhelming emotions, a sharp pain grips him—a realization that one day, his son will die, and there's nothing he can do to prevent it. Tears spring to his eyes at the thought, momentarily clouding his mind. Yet, looking at Virgil pulls him back from the brink of negativity and replaces it with excitement.

"Poor Laurel… He wouldn’t have gotten killed if he had accepted my offer." Gayle swooped down on him and pinned him to the ground. "Who is the spy?" he snarled, clutching his throat. "Tell the name." Virgil didn’t say a word. He only smirked slyly. "Say it aloud. I'll kill you if you don't." "You should go and rescue your teammates instead of wasting time here," Virgil grumbled. "What, Dario? Isn't Evan a close friend of yours? Are you not going to save him?"