Romans & histoires Sinister West Greene

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

Gray shoots both of them. " You stupid fucker." Sinister says as he tries to pull out the knife from his hand since it's stucked between his hand and the table. Gray walks behind him and slam his head on the table as he grabs a fistful of his hair. Sinister shrieks in pain and curses in Russian. " You're gonna breathe and calm down. Tell me where's your next shipment and which harbour." Gray tells him. " Fuck you , I ain't telling you shit. " Gray grabs the body of the knife and pierce it deeper into his hands and the table. He screams and I shudder.

Bellamy chewed on his finger nails as he paced up and down the living room of Thea and Penny’s apartment. “Are you sure we can trust this Alex person?” “Yes, we can trust Alex… Bellamy, we would never put Lissa in harms way,” Thea tried to reassure Bellamy. “So, what, is she a siren as well? How will she even be able to protect Lissa?” Bellamy cracked his knuckles. “No, she’s not a Siren, there’s only 3 of us and plenty capable of protecting Lissa, just not from a bunch of psycho witches.” Penny stretched out on the couch resting her legs on Thea.

Devon. “Mister Greene.” I say. “Alpha,” he tips an imaginary hat. “If there is anyone here who has had very close encounters with rogues and lived, it's my father.” How can I forget? The late Benjamin Greene and my father were once friends, but problems with the rogues was what drove them apart. My father was sure that Mister Greene was working with the rogues for political reasons. They are both dead now, but I am just realizing that the son of my father's enemy might just be the help I need.

- MommyVibesOnly Meanwhile, at one of Kai’s large estate properties on the outskirts of the city, the same location where Lucas had been tortured years earlier, Lucas’ sister was dragged into the vast empty warehouse. A single majestic throne-like chair sat in the center of the room, illuminated by harsh overhead lights. Kai sat in it like a king, legs crossed, smoking a cigar slowly. His expression was cold and detached. Tito and three of his most trusted men stood nearby. Lucas’ sister was tied to a metal frame, stripped naked, bruises already forming from her earlier struggle. Kai took a long drag from his cigar. “You should have stayed quiet.”

“Alpha, Luna, Silas... he’s attacking the western territory. He’s... he’s unstoppable.” Marinetta and Harley exchanged a grim look. “We have to go,” Marinetta said, grabbing her weapons. “We can’t let him do this.” --- As they arrived at the western territory, they saw the destruction firsthand. Buildings were in ruins, and pack members lay injured or worse. In the center of the chaos stood Silas, surrounded by a dark aura. “Silas, stop!” Marinetta shouted, stepping forward. “This isn’t you.” Silas turned to her, his eyes glowing with the ghost rider’s power. “I can’t control it,” he cried. “Please, help me.”

My grip on the phone tightened. “Bianca, are you insane? What the hell are you doing in a place like that?” My voice rose in panic. West Street had the worst reputation in the city—rampant crime, drugs, and violence. It was no place for her, especially not at this hour. She had always known better. So why had she gone there now? Before she could reply, a new voice—deep and threatening—took over the line. “Mind your own business, bitch!” A sharp cackle followed before the call abruptly disconnected.

Heros Green I noticed the vultures watching Liora with every step she took through the ballroom, their eyes crawling over her as if they had any right. Covetous. Curious. Hungry. The reason I came to this event was twofold: to remind everyone that the ‘Ndrangheta still ruled the East Coast and to get closer to Arthur Kensignthon—one of our main suspects in the sabotage of our shipments to the Bratva and the death of our father.

“Westside Eden could be a really fun place.” “I….” Something sounded in the distance suddenly, cutting me off. Something that sounded like a wild howl of a wolf. “Marv, what is…” It only got louder, blocking out every other sound. I watched Marv's eyes grow from unbothered to worried. He looked around hastily, every inch of his body rigid. “Get inside, Isabella.” “What?” “Go in!” “Marv, I…” “Now, Isabella!”