Novel & Cerita Sinister Names

In our world, everyone was scared shitless of her. Seasoned capos, hardened hitmen, and rival soldiers alike trembled when her name was whispered in the shadows, giving her a fiercely fitting name across the European syndicates: La Vedova Nera. The Black Widow. I felt an involuntary shiver ripple down my spine at the mere thought of the name, a cold reminder of the lethality hidden beneath those chaotic red curls. I shook my head slightly, shifting my gaze back to Sienna, letting the tension leave my shoulders as I focused back on the woman who held my world in the palm of her hand.

ANASTASIA'S POV Nicholas Bloodhound. The infamous bastard son. His name alone was enough to make the air turn heavy, and I didn’t need to look around to know everyone was staring at me like I’d lost my mind. Ruthless. Untamed. Heinous. Those were the three words that always clung to him like a curse. People whispered he tortured men in his free time just for fun. That he thrived in war and disaster. Even the most fearless wolves were haunted by his reputation.

The second centaur was younger, his eyes gleaming with mischief and humor. Even now he grinned at Marcus and Elizabeth. "Elizabeth I want you to meet my younger brothers, Marco and Loren. Brothers, this is my mate." "Welcome, sister." Marco said with a slow smile, though it didn't touch his eyes, which held a guarded and haunted look in them. Loren, the youngest, smiled broadly. "Elizabeth, that's a pretty name. Is she rosy down in her - " Marco chucked Loren on the head and the younger centaur blushed. "I meant no offense, sister." "You must forgive Loren. He's anxious to get his own mate and seems to think of nothing else but women." Marcus explained, glaring at his brother. Loren smiled s

The hostage they had chained in the basement, the traitor from the contract fiasco, was dragged into the interrogation room once again as he was their only lead. "Talk," Frederick said. No warmth. No delay. The man spat blood. "You’re not ready for what he’s planning." Frederick stepped forward, gaze like ice. "Who’s behind this?" The man coughed. "Vance isn’t alone. He has backing. Old names. Forgotten names. The ones you never touched." "Give me a name." The traitor smiled, bloody teeth showing. "Ask your father. He knows." Frederick turned away. "Lock him down. No food. No sleep. I want every name by morning."

I looked at him and asked, "Who are you?" "Shhh." He shut me up again saying, "Let's talk later." I grabbed his collar and said, "Answer me." He sighed and came closer whispering, “Ghost, Spectre, Apparition, The Undead, Remnants of Evil things. You have many names for us. The most popular of these are Vampires."

She concluded, grabbing the laptop from the table. Lucas at the mention of their father's name knew without reasonable doubt what his sister was in for. “Mum wai..t” He muttered, but swallowed on his words on seeing his mother already out of the door. He was aware of Tina’s rude and clinical character but never excepted something like this from her. He knew there was a soft and fragile person behind those thick skin but then, what happened? He shuddered to think of the worse about his sister. Her smugish personality had taken the best part of her and Lucas couldn't place a hand on why.