Scarface Mga Nobela at Kwento

Marco looked around him, meeting his best friend’s eyes who wasn’t looking at him. “That’s Nikolai Romanov,” Salvatore’s voice spoke behind them, both turning to see the Regnante Mafia Boss approaching them, eyes on a figure at the far end of the room. Looking up, Marco caught sight of a broadly build man with snow-white hair and beard glowering at everyone with menacing brown eyes and an entourage of two men behind him.

“I like Italian food and also horse riding. I hate cheater and liar and well you should know this thing about your husband especially. I am NewYork most feared mafia leader. I own the most vicious and dangerous gang, Scorpionto. I am mafia my dear wife....” Nathan said each word clearly and Sophia slowly raised her head with clear horror on her face as her eyes locked with his, the stainer fell from her hand.....

As he watched Alex walk away, Spark chided Scarface, “F*ck! Scarface, you scammer! I agreed to pay you so much money, and you’re trying to scam me? Didn’t you say you were the best fighter in Teal Street? How are you the best if you can’t even deal with a mere boy toy?” With a fractured shin, Scarface was just as angry. “How dare you f*cking scold me? You said he was a weakling! But he was strong and his movements were swift too. He could tear you into pieces with one arm! You know what? I, Scarface, wouldn’t just leave it this way. My big sister will be back in two

After losing his entire retirement savings to a scam, my father-in-law, Kyle Knight, tried to kill himself by overdosing on pills. I frantically called my husband, Joshua Knight, a psychology expert, hoping he could talk his father out of it. "Dad lost his entire retirement fund to a scam. He left a suicide note, and he's trying to kill himself. Come home!" Instead, Joshua snapped at me for making such a big deal out of it. "Your dad's made plenty of bad decisions before. Maybe this'll finally teach him a lesson. Don't bother me with stupid stuff like this again. I'm trying to watch a movie with Vanessa." For a second, I thought he hadn't heard me clearly. I was about to tell him that t

I knew it was probably a trap, but my longing for my mother and my desperation to get the music back won out over my reason. But I was careful. I told the butler where I was going. When I pushed open the door to room 502, I wasn't met with my music, but with two large, strong men. One of them had a brutish face and eyes filled with a disgusting greed and lust. I recognized him instantly. Marco, a rival capo, a pig known for his cruelty and depravity. "Haha, you really came, my dear sister." Bianca stepped out of the shadows, a twisted, triumphant smile on her face.

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

I had no time to wallow in my misery when a loud thud, vibrated through the hall and several men stepped into the hall, pushing the people aside. A dark foreboding feeling settled within my gut as the men rushed in one scarier than the other wearing familiar militia clothes. Before I could figure out who they were, my stomach twisted at the sight of one—Scarface, real name Diego. I had fought and arrested him once but he had managed to escape. And now he strode with a carelessness to stand behind Lucas. Shocked, I stood frozen at his appearance, my mind whirling as they processed what was going on.

“Prince of the pack. And you just fucked up big time.” Scarface turned and tried to run, but I’d already thrown myself at him. I grabbed him by the collar and lifted him a good three feet off the ground without any trouble at all. “Who sent you?” I asked. “N—no one!” he stammered, trying to twist free. I tightened my grip. “Again.” He struggled to breathe. “Fine, fine! We were told to keep an eye out for you, that you’d be coming through here!”

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."