Novel & Cerita Señor Tenebroso

Aaron then turned to Alessandro and said, “Hi, old man. I like your look although you look like a bad guy from the movies.” Aaron’s words had almost everyone in the house gasp audibly. Adrian spoke, “I am really sorry about it. He has been pampered a lot.” Alessandro gave a reassuring smile to Adrian, “That is all okay.” He then turned to Aaron, “Hi, young man. By the way, I am a bad guy. I am the Don.” “Oh really. Would you like to play a game with me?” Aaron bet while showing off the gun in his hand.

TW: Mentions and graphic descriptions of kidnapping, assault, SA, murder, and other violent behaviors/crimes. Graphic content below intended for mature readers only! Read at your own risk. [ S E R A P H I N E ] “Ti stai divertendo, bella?” [You having fun yet, beautiful?] Despite the thick cloth hiding my eyes, I glare at the heavy, calloused hand on my thigh. It's Leandro Tomassini. Enzo's brother. Sitting right beside me. Having too much fun terrorizing me. Taunting me any way he can.

To his word, Santana Bursted out laughing dryly. " Maximo Santino won't take the offer. Hell, this man is filthy wealthy. He Worth almost eighty trillion Euros. Has more than twenty thousands men and women at his beck and call. A business man and a Mafia Boss who could Kill anyone just by the slightest provocation and you ... " Santana suddenly stop speaking when steady approaching footsteps was heard. " He is here " Carlos announced while sitting right. The three men heartbeat started racing as the sounds of the approaching footsteps drew near and nearer until finally, Maximo Santino pushed open the door and enters.

he seconds pause looking at the empty bottle where the last ingredient is. “The gift of life.” Glancing back towards his prisoners as their plead and cries never came in front of him as he does not have remorse or a little bit of any human emotion now, but a pure sin he grabs into himself be. He smiles as he whispers. "Agite Tenebrae Abyssi"

THE ROOT OF EVIL CHAPTER 67 [And they knew who was behind the enunciated killings...] Pablo Garcia is an eminent name known by many. Not may have been in a good way, yet his name bring chaos and fear. He is what the street in Mexico would tried their hardest to avoid with. His path they won’t even set foot upon knowing it belongs to him. His territory in possession, which nobody daren’t speak ill. Although, the law would pose who was he? Nobody, but a Capo who do not fear the jury. It was him who have afflicted terror fret to each spine of those who chose the doom to be his enemy. Menace is what lies on every step he left footfalls on the cobblestone of Belize. At his younger days, he stood

And now, years later, he wants to capture her, break her and mould her into his perfect, little plaything. Alejandro Genovese is the Hades of the Underworld; he is the Lucifer of Hell. He holds the ultimate power over the Cosa Nostra as his presence incites nothing but fear and bewildered respect amongst people. He feeds off of utmost violence and pain of others, and he'll treat his plaything no differently.

But then, he felt a jolt each second as the collar tightened around his neck slowly. "A-are you insane?!" Trevor gasped out. "Then, tell me who you are!" Doctor Greg barked. "I am going to fúcking kill you as soon as I am out of this damned place!" Trevor growled. He struggled and yanked his hand, but it was of no use. "It will be easier on you if you just tell me what I need to know." Doctor Greg said calmly. "I do not fúcking know what you are on about!" Trevor jerked with each word he said.

Too damn arrogant. He did that blood chilling, unamused, low laugh again. "Need I remind you who I am Miss Luca? I am Sebastian Monteiro one of the world's most powerful men. With just a phone call, I could destroy for life your little fuck buddy who is clearly visually impaired. Had he not noticed the intricate designs on your neck? " Thoughtlessly, i fingered my neck. In the heat of the moment,i had disrembered them. Even if Tray had seen them, he made no mention.

“La famiglia oscura should know me better than to send a lady to me. They will end up crawling to my toes begging for a taste of my joystick.” His name is Lorenzo, a cold and deadly mafia Don whose name screams fear not only in the underworld but among people. A drug lord, who owns an empire and a lot of business. He killed without mercy and he hated when disobeyed. I light my cigarettes and place a call to that one person who will dare send a lady to me like a trap. “Do you like the surprise,” Leonard shouted at the other end of the phone. “Calling me means you are not dead yet, anyway, watch your back you don't know what's coming to hit you next.”