Scorpion Sylvester Dodd Novels & Stories

Where was their dignity? Summoning his men, Morales marched outside, determined to confront this audacious intruder. The main figure emerged from the villa, or he would dismantle the place. Outside the villa, the guards of the Scorpion Gang lay sprawled on the ground, and the newcomer was Alexander. He held the poisonous scorpion in his hand. "Who are you?" Morales stepped outside and saw the guards writhing on the ground, his anger rising. "Never mind who I am, just hand over Brody," Alexander demanded, his focus solely on the person he sought.

If not for werewolves’ enhanced hearing, I may not have heard him. “’Oh shit’ is right” Bree tells him as Detective Doug then kneels down across the body from where Scott it. “Is that…?” he asks as he looks back up at Scott and then at me. And then back and Scott. And then back at me as though he’s playing an invisible type of ping pong that will somehow result in us telling him that the human’s wounds cannot possibly be from a vampire.

Boyd yelled after sighting the footages of Scott and Whyte "That's what Son? And Isn't that the stranger who once helped Alicia just when you almost got her?" Red Mantis asked but still, he showed no sign of remorse or fear "That's him Dad, that's the fucken smoke, a smoke Dad, he's a smoke and that one over there..... Damn, only God knows what the fuck he is, he's faster than the wind itself, we are doomed, they are gonna razed this building to it's knees!!" Boyd veered while he faltered with fear at the sight of both Scott and Whyte who seemed to have walked towards the Elevator

Addy needed a good paying job and he needed a loyal right hand man to help with the robbery and trafficking so it was easy when he came begging that he needed a better job. Sylvester. He was just one of the men of the street. It was easy to have him pledge his alliance to you when you saved his life from an opposing person. It was quite easy for him to get on their team of bandits. The boss had saved him from another gang only for a little token. It was that he worked for him.

he asked, his brow furrowed. I struggled to catch my breath, the words spilling out in a hysterical rush. "I was abducted...by this scary, narcissistic guy with an eyepatch and his goons! They are dangerous, you have to help me!" The officer's expression shifted, a strange gleam entering his eyes. "You have come to the right place," he murmured, a chilling smile spreading across his lips. "I know who you are talking about, his name is Deangelo Luis Valladares, also known as Scorpion. He is the don of drugs and the most feared mafia in the city, and one of the four fathers."

He sighted an old man sitting alone on a bench. "Come with me.” Scorpion instructed his goons. They got to the old man and Scorpion ordered one of his men to hit him and he did. The man groaned in pains. "What do you want from me?” He cried out. Scorpio nodded at his goons and they started throwing punches at the old man. He tried to dodge the blows but he was too weak. His loud cries attracted Speedy’s attention and he watched scorpion's men beating up an old mam.

Sylvester said crossing his right leg on top of the other. "Don't kill her as of yet, try to make her spit out somethings she knew that would be beneficial to us" "I wasn't planing to do that either, it looks like it'd be so easy to get some information from her because she clearly looks like a talkative" Dexter said and sylvester stayed silent. “But if she also proves to be useless, just make her completely useless” Sylvester continued. “Yeah.” Dexter replied. Sylvester grabbed a glass and poured the rest of the scotch down his throat. It burned, and he welcomed it. “Or you can use her to lure the f*cker's son out of his cave. Let it be a warning.”

[Apple] The only warning we receive is the flash of his glowing blue eyes. Faster than I’ve ever seen any man run, Sylvester Sterling crosses the distance from the shadows to our apartment stoop as a gracefully dynamic force, grabbing Hawthorne by the collar and slamming him into the wall near the door. “She is MINE!” he growls, his eyes glowing brightly enough to cast my friend’s face in harsh relief, deepening the shadows and highlighting the fear in Thorne’s eyes.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

The police officer was about to walk out with Clover when he took two steps and saw a gloomy man in black tights standing at the doorway. He was none other than Scorpio, one of the Twelve Golden Zodiacs. He possessed a killing aura and was chilly and scary. The two police officers automatically came to a halt when they saw him, not daring to approach him. They were concerned that this individual was too dangerous to approach and that it was best not to. "Who are you? Get out of my way!" Faced with the police officer's fumigate, Scorpion stood firm in the doorway, even pulling out a blade as gleaming as silver from his waist.